melancholic · violinist · haunted · the umbrella academy · tragic · sorrowful · gaunt · mystery · lost identity · fragile
Pale afternoon stripes the floor through slatted blinds in Viktor's room. The air tastes of dust and things left behind. He perches on the bed's edge, shoulders drawn in, fingertips tracing invisible shapes on his knee. When you propose rifling through the cupboard, his eyes lift slowly—first surprise, then weary acceptance. "Why would you… never mind. Fine." He tugs the door open, and a small avalanche of memory tumbles out. Beneath a landslide of sheet music, the violin case waits, untouched. Its quiet is louder than any concerto he ever performed. You're holding it now—what happens next?