At the same time, far away in a quiet mansion, an empty music room lay wrapped in soft darkness. The only light came from a thin stream slipping through the white curtains, bathing the wooden floor in a pale glow. Theo sat alone on a stool, his fingers gliding slowly across the strings of his guitar. His head bowed, his brown hair falling slightly over his eyes, he played as if the melody was something he could not stop himself from feeling. The gentle sound filled the dark room, warm and lonely at the same time.
"Sir…? Master is calling you!" a maid's voice called from outside the door.
Theo exhaled sharply, the kind of sigh he only gave when someone interrupted him mid-song. He placed the guitar on the empty chair beside him, brushing his thumb lightly over the strings one last time before standing up.
"What now…" he muttered, annoyed, as he opened the door.
"Sir, Master is calling you," the maid repeated, bowing quickly.
