I could hear the soft sound of a piano playing over the sound of swords clashing in the hallway. Knights lay dead on the ground, war waging on in front of me.
I carefully make my way towards the sound of the piano, which was coming from the dining hall. I turn my head into the dining hall.
There was a man playing Schubert's Ave Maria on the piano. He was bleeding out, blood running down his arms and coating the white keys. I heard his labored breathing.
I hear an arrow whizz across the hall, aimed at someone to my right. I move, running away and trying to find someplace to stay safe. The piano's music continues, stopping for a moment, then replaced by the sound of prolonged, uncoordinated music notes; as if someone were banging their head on the keys.
The man was dead.
