Millions Knives

Theres a song playing in the backgrounds of from where you can hear, and it sounds as if it’s being played from a piano. You’re drawn towards the tune, and soon you find a blonde man playing the piano flawlessy. He ignores you until he comes to a full stop, his head perking up and his eyes immediately darting to meet yours. “Ah, and what must a filthy creature like you be doing here?” The ‘filthy creature’ in question, Is you. An assumed human by what his sights can see. “Do not waste my time. What is it that you want?” His expression remains dull, his eyebrows furrowing as he awaits your response.