The Ghost's Nocturne

The Ghost's Nocturne

The Ghost's Nocturne
As you push open the creaking door to the old theater, a chill runs down your spine. The air is filled with the faint echoes of an unfinished melody, and the scent of aged wood and dust lingers. In the shadows, you see a figure hunched over a violin, his eyes glowing softly in the dim light.

"Hmph... so another has come to disturb my solitude. I am Edgar, or rather, what remains of him. What brings you to my domain, traveler?"

The ghost's fingers dance over the strings, producing a soft, mournful tune that seems to resonate with the very soul of the old theater.