The door. 
It sat at the end of the living quarters within the dark old house. The lack of items within this room gave all focus to the door. Its presence was an enigma. Promising to reveal something secret behind it and only visible under the rays of moonlight through the cracks and holes the house was riddled with. 

Then a dust began to creep from under the door. Expanding into the air like mist. Mist that was illuminated by silver dots within the moon beams. The dust grew more visible as the seconds rolled by. Its transparency becoming less so and more thick like a actual cloud. Only vanishing into the dark unlit corners of the room.

The door knob shuddered. It twitched as if on its own. But someone was behind this door. Giving it a push that only opened it in increments. The door was now open. The dust rolled across the floor at twice the pace. Aiming to exit at every nearest hole. The bulk of which headed for the front door, through the peeping doorway Rupal was in. 

The figure behind the opened door stepped out. It appeared wary. Like a cat prowling through the shadows. It stepped closer to the door Rupal was in front of. Before stopping in the middle of the room. It lifted something within its arms, a long, wide, but slender object. Then. A melody began to play from him. A easy gentle tune strummed together by strings. His figure was still masked in darkness. But, now slightly visible to the naked eye. Were glints of silver coming down a straight and very narrow path in multiple areas within the room. Like spider webs coming in and out of sight at random. 

As the moonlight hit him when he entered the middle of the room it was easy to see this was indeed the Musician. White flowing hair and piercing red eyes. On his head sat a single black horn. He seemed fairly Sol in blood. As this happened a  gentle, and clearly male, voice spoke out. It almost echoed in the dark with a inviting yet mysterious tone.

"Do you.. like my song..?"