Beauty of the Ivory Keys: A Luigi's Mansion Twisted Tale

Prologue

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

Who wouldn't, really, when all of your loved ones are trapped inside of a burning building?

Upon climbing the stairs to the entrance, I burst into the house. Fire was everywhere, burning paintings, curtains, antiques, even the sturdy marble stairs were victim to the hungry flames.

But the burning items were the least of my problems. The Pianissimas were burning, too. And flaming people are more important to me than flaming items.

The fire screamed in hunger as I raced up the stairs to the nursery, where my infant brother, Chauncey, was sleeping in his crib.

When I got there, I heard no screams from Chauncey, only the hungry shrieks of the fire, licking up the crib where my beautiful baby brother once slept. I ran out of the room in horror after realizing.

Next on the list were my younger brother twins, Henry and Orville, who were supposed to be playing in their room with the dog, Hector. I raced up the stairs and the fire must've noticed me- the one Pianissima it missed. The hallway floor crumbled under my feet. I cried out as a blaze of fire almost burned me to a crisp. When I reached the room, I heard a gruff and pained bark.

"Hector!" I cried as the bulldog ran over to me. I looked at him. "Where's Henry and Orville?"

Hector made a sad whimper, holding two things in his mouth. He dropped them, and I picked them up. Before I had a chance to look at them-

The floor crumbled beneath our feet. Hector pushed me aside, away from the crumbling floorboards. I watched in horror as he fell into the fiery abyss below.

The fire had gained another meal. Sobbing, I pressed on.

The next room was my parent's room. Neville and Lydia Pianissima shared one giant room. I walked in, nervous that the floorboards would crumble and I would die. I took another step-

The crystal chandelier broke. I gasped, looking up. It was a matter of time before it crashed through the floor and fed the flames below. I barely escaped the wreckage, but my leg got the full brunt of the diamonds scraping it. I howled in pain.

"Hey, you! You okay?" A voice called. I was too tired to answer.

"She looks like that one Pianissima," Another voice recalled. "Melody? The pianist?"

"Hey, you're right. Didn't think any of the others lived."

"Let's get her out of here. It's too danger-"

I was sucked into darkness before he could finish his sentence, recalling what the first voice had said- Didn't think any of the others lived.

Were they all dead?