Betty's POV

The door creaked softly as I pushed it open and stepped inside. The sound seemed louder than it should have been, echoing faintly before disappearing into the quiet of the room. I paused just inside the doorway, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light.

The first thing I noticed was the polished black piano.

It sat at the centre of the room like the heart of the space, its surface reflecting the warm glow of a small lamp placed nearby.

The room itself felt different from the rest ...