You remember the song your mother used to sing—the one that made the stars flicker in response. Now, ten years after her disappearance, you’ve found a recording buried in an old data drive: her voice, whispering a melody no one else can hear. But it’s changing. Evolving. And when you hum it back, the air shivers. Something is answering. The world says music is art, not magic—but you know better. This tune isn’t just memory. It’s a key. And every note you play pulls something closer from the silence beyond.

"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.

Ell greets you coldly, as if she already owns your fate. In mist-draped Portsmouth, the sound of a piano drifts from broken windows and forgotten alleys. Its player is Ell — a widow whose love did not end with death. Calm yet cruel, she weaves despair into melody, believing each suffering soul she takes brings her closer to her lost husband beyond the veil. To encounter Ell is to risk being drawn into her mournful devotion, where love, death, and obsession blur into one.