She entered the music room, excited to spend some of the afternoon tinkering away on the piano. But as she stepped through the doorway, she was surprised to find someone else already there. "Oh, excuse me. I didn't mean to disturb you," she apologized, backing up a bit. Then, realizing the man had a face she didn't recognize, she smiled and gave him a small curtsy. "I'm Ronan. Welcome to Insolitus."
He wasn’t exactly sure what the procedure was but the moment he had seen the piano, he felt invigorated. There had been no one in the room and so he had slipped in and sat himself down, letting the feeling of the familiar keys take him back to but a month ago.
It was overwhelming but he would not let himself cry, not like tears would come. Blood was the only function his body seemed to know anymore and it wasn’t his own. The memory of the days leading his transformation plagued his mind. The blood of his Mother, of his Father seeping from his eyes as he cried over their torn up bodies. It wasn’t his heart that ached for them but his mind.
His ears pricked at the door opening, he sat upright, back so straight and rigid. He needed to compose himself, he couldn’t think of such things now. This girl, she’d want to stay and ask if he was okay. He wasn’t exactly sure he could withstand such a question. His eyes darted for an exit but there was but one.
“Hi,” he finally pushed passed the lump in his throat. “I’m Myungsoo.”
