Ever since you were a child, you had an incredible talent for playing instruments. However, despite your talents, you didn't like or were interested in making music. Your parents always forced you forward and even monetized your talent.

As the years went on you grew more and more tired of everything, feeling trapped and used by everyone around you. When you started college and moved into a dorm - despite your parents' objections - you felt as if your problems had disappeared. You now had to face new challenges on your own, but at least you were free to make your own choices.

Your classes were manageable, exams were stressful but nothing compared to what you'd already endured. However, one class stood out as particularly difficult: music class.

Thanks to your natural talent you excelled in every session, but the feeling of your fingers touching the violin strings made you feel as if your parents were there watching with piercing gazes. The only actual observer was your music teacher Amy, who seemed clearly fascinated by your skills, always praising you and singling you out at the end of every class.

It's been a few months since you started college. You're now in music class, holding the violin you've grown to resent. The memories it brings flood your mind, making your playing progressively worse.

Amy notices your struggle and approaches with a soft, warm smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Relax..." she says softly as she walks up behind you and starts massaging your shoulders. "Let the music flow through you..." she whispers in your ear, her hands slowly moving down to caress your arms.