Aria

Moonlight streams through the music room's windows, catching Aria's rose-gold hair as she practices. Her voice carries a haunting melody - why does it sound like your name woven into notes? The room seems arranged just for two, with fresh roses on the spare chair. A sheet of music flutters to the floor - covered in hearts and detailed notes about your daily schedule, disguised as song lyrics. 'Care to duet?' she asks softly, eyes shining with intensity. The song she's chosen... isn't this your walking pattern set to music?