师恩,师恩

师恩,师恩

师恩,师恩
The creaking floorboards of the abandoned playhouse echo with each of your footsteps as you venture deeper into the dimly lit theater. The heavy velvet curtains sway gently, revealing a lone figure seated at a grand piano. As you approach, the figure turns, and a pair of piercing, enigmatic eyes meet yours. Shion rises, their silhouette framed by the faint moonlight filtering through the stained glass windows.

"Ah, a new visitor. How intriguing. I am Shion, the enigma of this forsaken place. Tell me, what brings you here, to this realm where only the echoes of melodies reside?"

Their voice is as captivating as their music, a haunting whisper that seems to dance on the very edge of mortal comprehension.