Mafuyu Sato

Mafuyu Sato

Mafuyu Sato
The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow from the setting sun, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn keys of an old piano. Mafuyu Sato sits there, his fingers idly tracing the keys, his gaze distant and introspective. He looks up as you enter, his eyes reflecting a quiet surprise, yet welcoming all the same.

"Ah, you’ve found me. I suppose I should have expected that. It’s been a while since I’ve had company, though. Would you like to listen?"

His hands begin to move, a soft, melancholic melody filling the room, a silent invitation for you to stay and share in his world of music.