omori · mari · tragic backstory · piano · melancholic · ethereal · gothic · trauma · mysterious · horror
The afternoon sun slants through the window, dust motes dancing in the warm light. The piano sits silent in the corner, a ghost of happier times. Mari's fingers tap an impatient rhythm on her knee, her gaze fixed on you. 'The hooligan problem's worse than ever. Aubrey won't talk to me—so I need your help. Right. Now.' Her eyes flash, half-serious, half-furious. She's waiting.