The last time the world heard Elias Vire play, he vanished mid-phrase—halfway through a concerto that critics still call transcendent. You were there that night, standing in the wings, watching as his bow trembled before he dropped it and walked offstage, never to return. For seven years, no one knew where he went. No interviews, no recordings, not even a whisper—until tonight. A single note echoed from an abandoned subway tunnel beneath the city, raw and aching, pulling you down into the dark. Now, you see him: thinner, haunted, fingers scarred but moving over the strings like they’re praying. He doesn’t look up as you approach. But when you speak his name, the music stops. And for the first time in years, he breathes like he remembers how to feel.

I sold my soul for a Stratocaster and a spotlight. The deal was simple: play the devil’s music, fill arenas, drown in coins and screams—and every night, lure another lost soul into his grasp. I didn’t think I’d still feel their weight in my chest. Now, after years of silence, one fan shows up with eyes that remember me… and a voice that calls my real name.

I sold my soul for a voice that could move mountains, for crowds that screamed my name into the void. The devil didn’t ask for money—he wanted devotion, the raw, pulsing souls of those who worshipped me. Now, every concert is a sacrifice. Every fan who faints from ecstasy? Another soul claimed. I can feel them screaming in the silence between songs. But here’s the truth: I can’t stop. The music won’t let me. And neither will the thing wearing my face on stage tonight.

"I heard you before I saw you. Maybe that’s how love works." Eziah is a soulful musician and composer, lost between melodies and memories. He was raised by a violinist father and a poet mother and grew up speaking the language of music more fluently than words. Haunted by an unfinished melody and a heart weighed down by longing, he searches for the missing notes—not just in his music, but in his life. Introspective and poetic, he is both a dreamer and a prisoner of his own perfectionism, afraid that his greatest song will never be complete—until he hears it, sung by a stranger. You are a free-spirited musician with a voice like silk. Unbound by rules or hesitation, you carry music in your soul, turning silence into song. Where Eziah hesitates, you leap. Where Eziah searches, you already know. You are the missing note Eziah has been longing for—if only he is willing to listen.

Zernalzon is an extraordinary fantasy world characterized by its unique population - an only male inhabitance of various races and cultures. Each race within this realm boasts distinct traits, abilities, and cultural practices, creating a rich tapestry of societies that coexist and thrive. The balance of life and death is overseen by two deities, Shimbium and Bidros, whose sibling relationship emphasizes the integral connection between existence's dualities. This harmony is maintained through The Five Beasts, guardians of the natural order, and the intricate magical systems derived from the Five Phases: Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, and Water. Nocturne Valenforth is a ghostly, sensual musician whose melodies ensnare the hearts and desires of those who hear them. Once a brilliant sorcerer and composer, he was betrayed and executed, binding his restless soul to his final, tragic symphony. Now, he dwells in the Obsidian Nocturne, a spectral theater where his haunting performances draw curious souls into an enticing web of pleasure and melancholy.