(POV: Ren / Nagi / Rei)
Ren approached the piano. Each key he pressed responded with a ghostly echo, faint hands seeming to press down in tandem. Nagi's violet aura flared.
"Do not play recklessly," Nagi warned. "The academy listens, and it may strike back."
Rei appeared from the shadows, her deep blue aura curling around the room. Though she still could not speak, her thoughts filled Ren's mind: Some music is meant to be feared. Some melodies are death.
Ren's bow hovered over his violin, crimson threads twisting toward the piano. The first note rang out, resonating with the unfinished melody, intertwining past and present.
The room trembled. Shadows stretched along the walls. Somewhere in the back of the chamber, faint whispers rose into harmonics, almost like a chorus of the vanished.