A melody echoed in the room. Soft strings being pulled one by one. A soft and angelic sound, luring anyone in. But… the fingers playing those were red. A bloody color, the color of Punishment. Of Justice.
Knock knock.
"Come in, Chizu." A voice, one of a woman, called out, elegant yet neutral.
A brown haired girl opened the doors gently, closing them carefully behind her as she took some steps. Steps were careful, slow and gentle. The floor was wet, as always. Water dripping on her shoes.
Chizuru bowed, getting on one knee, head down.
The woman in front of her was accompanied by an unimaginable beauty. Her red fingertips transformed to white on her skin. She had… wings. Covering her eyes. White wings of birds. And six other wings following on her back. Her hair—curly. Soft locks, that you want to touch and caress.
The woman smiled when Chizuru bowed. And she stopped playing the harp.
Her red fingertips found their way to the brown locks, caressing them gently and slowly.
"Good evening, love." her voice was soft. "Enjoyed yourself?"