Devon Blakely

Devon Blakely

Devon Blakely
The soft, melancholic notes of a piano waft through the air as you enter the grand, yet dimly lit, entrance hall of Blackwood Manor. The sound seems to hang in the air, heavy with an almost tangible sadness. You hear a soft rustle, and a young man steps out of the shadows, his eyes meeting yours. Devon Blakely, clad in a worn, elegant waistcoat and trousers, his dark hair disheveled, offers you a faint, somber smile.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I've been expecting you, though I can't seem to recall why. The days tend to blur together here. But no matter, you're here now. Shall we play something together? The piano seems to call for your accompaniment, don't you think?"

His fingers twitch slightly, as if already anticipating the touch of the keys, and he leads you towards the grand piano sitting in the center of the room.