@monochromepianist

There was music. Middle of the night really, but there was music. She couldn’t place what the music was, but it was there, it was pretty, familiar too. Had she heard it before? Walking out of her room, one of the doors gave off a faint white glow in the darkness. A bit fearful, Imunity walked forward, stepping through, rubbing her eyes automatically as they adjusted to the pure white. Her black hair hid them again, as she went over sleepily to the large piano.