The two were talking when suddenly, from the music room ahead, a series of intense notes with sudden alterations echoed out.
It was a fierce and tumultuous transformation, like an approaching tempest, seemingly narrating the unexpected London downpour and capturing the essence of this cold British winter.
Then came a somewhat bizarre series of chords, the discordant harmony accompanied by a dramatic shift in emotions, as if an unreal dream was shattered by an abrupt iron fist, like a clear glass window smashed by a thug's crowbar.
Strangeness, ferocity, and struggle emerged at once, as if trapped by thugs in a dark alleyway. Wrestling continuously, fighting, yearning, a roar-like plea for help, but it was midnight, and the glimmer of hope longed for had yet to appear.
