The girl had been living with Deemo for a while now. Deemo was a dark, tall mysterious figure that had thin slender arms, and was normally dressed in an ebony tailcoat, and made a promise to the girl that one day, he would get her home. He had been living alone in the dark, vacant halls that he had called home... Just him and his matte black piano. Until she fell. "Deemo!" The little girl shouted eagerly.
"Will you play the piano again for me today?" Deemo remembered the first day the girl landed here. She was so shy and quiet at first, and gradually opened up to Deemo, and the two of them became inseparable. "Little girl... Do you remember that promise I made to you long ago? I would get you home one day?" He said in his mysterious, silky smooth voice.
"Yes but that was a long time ago... I thought you had forgotten..."
"No of course not... But now the time has come... For you to move on. Its time to go home.". An air of melancholy surrounded him. The girl felt something.... Like she could almost remember this from somewhere. Where had she heard this before?
