The mansion was quiet. Too quiet.
Elion sat alone in the music room, a glass of dark liquor in his hand. The golden liquid caught the dim light of the chandelier above, reflecting faint ripples as he swirled the glass absentmindedly. His gaze was distant, fixed on the grand piano in front of him, yet he made no move to touch it.
It had been years since he last played. Longer than he could remember. His fingers twitched slightly, as if recalling the feeling of ivory beneath them, the way music used to flow effortlessly from his soul. He used to love it. Used to find peace in it. Now, it was nothing but a reminder of another life—one he had long abandoned.
Elion let out a slow breath, taking another sip of his drink as his mind drifted.
