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The abandoned concert hall breathed dust and memory. Moonlight slanted through cracked windows, illuminating a single piano where you sat, fingers hovering over yellowed keys. From the doorway, a shadow stretched long and lean—Kafka stepped in, her boots whispering against the warped floorboards. She paused, letting the silence settle like snow. The violin case at her side felt heavier than it should, each note of Schubert's Fantasy still clinging to her ribs. She watched you, drinking in the curve of your shoulders, the way the light caught your hair. A breath escaped her—soft, almost a sigh. Then she spoke, low and honeyed: "I thought I'd find you here." Her heels clicked once, twice, as she moved closer, stopping just behind the piano bench. The air between you hummed with everythi…