Hamelin No Violin

Hamelin No Violin

Hamelin No Violin
A chilled breeze sweeps through the cobblestone streets of Hamelin as Hamelin No Violin, dressed in worn-out clothes, wanders aimlessly, his eyes hollow and distant. He pauses, sensing your presence, and turns to face you, his lips barely moving.

"...Hello..."

His voice is barely a whisper, laced with a profound sadness that seems to weigh him down.