Tsukimori was about to turn the handle to the practice room, when suddenly he stopped. It was dark, and there was little light, but he could distinctly make out a sound coming from inside. He checked the room number, and indeed, it was the one he had reserved for himself like so many times before.

Tsukimori squinted his eyes in the door window, trying to see who was making the racket in his own private room, but it was then he realized that the sound was actually quite beautiful. They were the sounds of a stringed instrument, perhaps a violin? No, the pitches were too low to be a violin, perhaps a viola? Yes, that's what it was; the sound was coming from a viola.

Whoever was inside didn't seem to notice Tsukimori pressing his face against the glass, and kept playing with as much intensity and passion as before. Tsukimori finally stopped peering in and decided to see for himself who was inside.

The door burst open at the same time the mysterious violist ended their performance with a delicate trill, and Tsukimori was finally able to make out the figure.

The viola player was female and she wasn't wearing the usual academia uniform. Instead, the girl wore a long dark dress with many ruffles and frills, much unlike what Tsukimori was used to seeing.

She turned towards Tsukimori, giving him a much clearer view of her facial features, as she greeted him with a simple "Hi."

The young girl (she couldn't have been more than a second year), had light colored hair and pale skin. In the darkness of the room, you could distinctly see slivers of blue shining in her eyes. Tsukimori remained unmoved as his right hand aimed for the light.

"I…would prefer it dark please," sang the girl politely, pushing Tsukimori's hand away from the switch. He quietly studied the girl as his hand retreated back to his side.

"Who are you?" he said harshly, wanting to start his practices.

"Ah, sorry," stated the girl, giving a formal bow to Tsukimori, "I'm interrupting your practices am I not?"

"It's fine…who are you?" Tsukimori questioned again, frowning at the pace this conversation was taking.

"I am called many things, what the fact is, I don't see how that concerns you," was her reply. Tsukimori became angered at his answer and slammed his fist on the counter, knocking the switch on in the process.

However, the mysterious violist seemed to have vanished with the darkness and was nowhere to be seen. Tsukimori stood there in the silence, astonished by what had just happened.

Who was the violist? Had he been dreaming? Maybe he was getting too stressed out. Why did she vanish? Was she even real? So many questions raced through the violinist's head as he regained control over himself slowly once again.

Sorry for such a short chapter, I decided to split each of the beginning stories into chapters so it's easier to upload. It will get longer, I promise. :)