I let out a sigh as I finished eating, looked around my room for something to do. I was completely bored and fed up with sewing or reading, to the point that in my own dreams I could see myself doing those activities for quite some time.

At that moment my gaze ended up in a corner of my bedroom where there was a table, and on it a white case containing a violin of the same color. Without thinking twice I got up from my seat and approached that place to take the instrument in my hands.

My father had given it to me when I turned ten years old, and since then, I have been learning the beautiful art of playing the violin. I found its melody beautiful and relaxing, so it was normal for me to play it when I was anxious, although this time it would be different since I would do it out of boredom.

I closed my eyes and began to play as the notes came to my head, which gradually elaborated a sad and heartbreaking melody. Was that a reflection of my feelings... Of course it was, being locked in his own room with a monster behind his door for so many months would only bring a result like that.

—That was the most beautiful melody I've ever heard, good job. —The demon praised me while clapping his hands when I finished playing. —Although I'm sure your disconsolate cry is much better. —I crooned in a strange tone of voice.

—You are depraved. —I spit, leaving my violin in its place.

—I am many things my dear Olivia. —he laughingly affirmed.