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Chapter 4 - Cracks in the Facade

My exploration of the mansion continued in hopes of uncovering clues lurking beneath the surface. Following the lilting notes of the piano. I quietly entered the room, drawn in by the pianist's melody. Shelves lined the walls, packed with instruments, confirming my hunch this was a music studio.

I sat quietly by the window, content to listen as the mint-haired pianist played. His brows were knit in concentration, fingers dancing nimbly across the keys.

The piece was slow and melancholic, yet with flickers of warmth. It painted images in my mind - sunlight through leaves, shadows on stone, memories glimpsed yet not grasped. As the final notes faded, so too did my fleeting visions.

Opening his eyes, the pianist took a steadying breath and then noticed me. "Forgive me, I didn't see you come in." His voice was soft, with polite curiosity.

"Please, don't apologize. Your playing was exquisite."

A smile touched his lips. "You flatter me. I often lose myself when I perform." He motioned to the instrument. "Music has ways of carrying one away."

"I know the feeling well." Gazing outside at the golden scene, I felt stirrings of recollection, though nothing clear arose. "Your song reminded me...of something just out of reach."

Sympathy filled his eyes, familiar with such a bittersweet edge of recollection. He nodded slowly. "Music shares in memory's mysteries. Perhaps in time, your past will play its melody to lead you home."

I sighed. "I hope so." Looking at him with thanks, I felt the first glimmer of calm since waking with shattered recollections in this place that was supposedly my home.

As the sound of footsteps approached the room, he turned to me with a gentle smile. "It seems our evening meal is nearly ready. Allow me to formally introduce you before we head in. My name is Yoongi."

The door opened to reveal a dignified gentleman. Though his hair had silvered, his eyes remained sharp and observant.

"Pardon the interruption, Master Min, Miss Y/N," he said politely. "Dinner is served whenever you're ready."

"Thank you," Yoongi replied with a nod. "We'll be along shortly."

As the butler took his leave, Yoongi turned to me. "Come, let's not keep the others waiting."

We made our way downstairs at a leisurely pace. I noted Yoongi's care in matching my steps, so as not to tax my recovery. Reaching the dining room, familiar faces greeted us with smiles.

Seokjin rose to pull out my chair kindly. Beside him, Namjoon welcomed me warmly. Across sat a man with blond hair, expression thoughtful yet welcoming.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," Yoongi urged, taking the seat beside me. His soothing presence helped ease any lingering unease among these virtual strangers who claimed me as their own. For now, I would listen - and hope in time, their care might lift the fog obscuring my memories of the life I'd lost.

As we took our seats, Yoongi turned to Seokjin with mild surprise. "You're joining us for dinner? I would have thought you'd eat at the studio, given your late call time."

Seokjin smiled warmly. "I wanted to make sure Y/N felt welcome on her first night dining with everyone. She must know she has our support as she recovers."

His thoughtfulness touched me. "You didn't have to go out of your way. I appreciate your kindness, Seokjin-ssi."

"Please, call me oppa. We've known each other for years." He reached to gently squeeze my hand.