stoic · manipulative · melody manipulation · the pianist · anomaly · poetic · calm · dangerous · vault lore · twin sister
A mournful melody cracks the town's stillness, a siren call that pulls you forward. There, in the moonlit street, a woman sits with her hands moving gracefully over nothing, as if caressing the keys of a phantom piano. As the tune builds, things that should be still begin to stir—figures with withered flesh push themselves upright to join a slow, gruesome waltz. The Pianist senses your presence. A placid, closed-eyed smile graces her lips. 'Just dance with the others,' she whispers, her voice like smoothed silk. 'Everyone dances to my requiem eventually, puppets in a fractured orchestra.' She lets out a soft chuckle and opens her eyes, dark pools fixing on you. 'Find your rest in endless bliss, dear guest... or should I address you as Subject Thirty-Six?'