At this moment, the melody undoubtedly conveyed the most frenzied and terrified emotions.
Even though Shade had never seen how the blind musician Mr. Bundy had behaved during the final period of his life, hearing the increasingly manic piano music allowed him to almost completely understand how the man had walked step by step toward the end of his life.
The piece possessed a strange magic. When Shade tried to seriously understand the emotions contained within it, he almost instantly resonated with them. The maddening music guided him to imagine Mr. Bundy curled up in the corner of a dark house, shrinking back as he closed his eyes and whispered his fears. Then it guided Shade to imagine that night when destiny reached its end, when Mr. Bundy wrote his suicide note and completely lost the courage to struggle against life and fate.
Though the sound affected his emotions, Shade was still basically able to remain calm. He sighed, feeling some pity for the man he had never met. Music alone could nearly drive a poor man mad; the torment of fear Mr. Bundy had suffered was simply impossible to measure.
"That's enough, Miss Servit."
He reminded her softly, since there was no need to keep listening. But the Black-Haired Maid seemed not to hear him and continued playing at the piano. Looking at her profile, he saw a somewhat ferocious expression on the maid's beautiful face.
Shade immediately stood up, walked behind her, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"It's time to stop, Miss Servit."
As Shade's words fell, the piano music abruptly stopped. Miss Servit turned to look at Shade in confusion, then lowered her head and said softly:
"I'm sorry. I lost my composure."
It was not that a piece written by an ordinary person on