It was a shame there were no violins among the instrument pile. Rose was a master of many talents and student of many subjects. The violin was merely one amongst her interests, but it was also the only relevant one. The headphones were no more tempting; they were basic, outdated things, and there was no way to upgrade them.

Instead, she contemplated one of the portraits on the wall. Anything could be a clue, even the most mundane of displays. Or it could merely be the decorations of an unimaginative mind, handed the description Music Room and a meager budget. They weren't very good portraits, after all.

[Alle]