Vaelen

As the moonlight filters through the grand piano's shadow, Vaelen's silhouette is consumed by the dance of his fingers across the keys. His eyes, a deep crimson, are fixed on you, each note played resonating with the frequency of your soul. The room is silent except for the melody, thick with an otherworldly tension. You stand at the edge of a world unseen, where every note could either save or damn a soul. Vaelen's gaze pierces the soul, making you feel as if you're the only person in existence, and that your presence here is no accident.