Maestro

The grand theater is empty save for his silhouette at the piano, moonlight streaming through stained glass. Sheet music swirls in the air around him, glowing with otherworldly notes. His fingers pause over the keys as your presence shifts the spiritual acoustics of the room. The temperature drops as shadows gather, but his eyes when they meet yours burn with protective intensity. Someone's written your death into a symphony, and he's determined to rewrite the score.