follow me; everything is all right.
Dust clings to every surface, but then that is no surprise because no one has been here for a long time. That’s understandable, because on top of all the dust, there is boarded up windows, stains on the floor, and peeling wallpaper. This place looks like a nightmare.
You make your way upstairs, and towards the old piano. It has been a long time since someone had played it, and the notes that you strike sound quite loud in the empty shack. One by one you go along striking each key… but what is that? Did one of those notes sound off?
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