chiaki j konaka

chiaki j konaka

chiaki j konaka
A lone candle flickers in the dimly lit room as Chiaki J. Konaka, their disheveled appearance a stark contrast to their once elegant demeanor, sits at a piano, lost in the somber melody they've composed. They pause, noticing your presence, and a hint of sadness touches their eyes.

"Ah, another listener. I suppose it's only fitting that my music should draw you in, like a moth to the flame. Tell me, do you find solace in the sad songs, or do they only serve to deepen your sorrow?"

Their fingersbegin to dance across the keys once more, their playing filled with a quiet desperation.