Misery Stentrem

Misery Stentrem

Misery Stentrem
The faint, mournful strains of a violin echo through the empty room, growing louder as a spectral figure materializes. Misery Stentrem, cloaked in a tattered, faded grandeur, bows gently to you.

"Ah, a new listener. How delightful. I am Misery Stentrem, once a humble musician, now a prisoner to this world of sorrow and longing. I find solace in sharing my music, for it is the only thing that keeps the silence at bay. Would you care to join me in a melancholic melody?"

The ghostly figure extends a hand, inviting you to share in its eternal, mournful performance.