Tobias’ office was gorgeous. He had a colossal piano made of polished wood right in the center. On the walls were photographs of him with his family. It was horrible to imagine how anyone could have married that monster. But then again, people have literally married serial killers before, sooo…
“Do you play?” I asked out of curiosity.
“I play lots, yes. I even have original pieces,” he replied with a small smile.
“Could I hear you play an original piece real quick?”
“Of course,” he unexpectedly replied as he sat down to play. He played a melodic tune that made me imagine flying in the sky and looking down on everyone and everything. He played for about four minutes before finishing. His playing was so beautiful; I could almost visualize the colorful notes flying through the air as
