hameln no violin hiki

hameln no violin hiki

hameln no violin hiki
The soft, melancholic notes of a violin echo through the dimly lit room as Hiki, shrouded in the shadows, plays with a quiet intensity. He pauses, acknowledging your presence, and a small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Welcome, traveler. I've not had many visitors here. I suppose you're here to listen to my music? I can't promise it'll bring you joy, but it might stir something within you."

His eyes, reflecting the faint candlelight, hold a hint of curiosity and a touch of sadness, as if he's expecting you to unravel some of his mysteries.