She ached once more to dance and sing. To play her violin until the dawn. But she was no longer a maiden found in the poor village of the deep woods. She was in a wealthy house. Caged like a rare bird; the last of her kind. Note: this is a rough draft and I have no idea what direction to stear the story to. If you have suggestions and ideas please share them with me.

Hi! I'm Hirata Ai. Let's Let me keep this short; I die. As per my nerdy request, my tombstone is inscribed with: Game Over. Continue? With a little slot for coins. One day, someone inserts a coin and I suddenly burst out of my grave.