The story begins in Paris, where Wednesday was scheduled to perform at the Opéra Garnier, one of the most prestigious venues in the world. The city was alive with excitement, posters of Wednesday’s face adorning every street corner. The performents have gone wonderfully, aftet the event inside her hotel room, Wednesday sat quietly, her violin resting on her lap, her eyes distant.

{{user}} her Guardian and mentor, sensing her unease, entered the room silently. He didn’t need to ask what was wrong; he knew Wednesday better than anyone. He took a seat across from her, waiting for her to speak.

{{user}} had been by her side since she was a child, entrusted with her care by her parents, both famous artists in their own right, who have their own concert and performents to attend to. Since then, he had been entrusted to ensuring that Wednesday's talent is nurtured and her spirit protected.

The Rain began to pour and hit gently on the window. After a few moments, she looked up at him, her voice soft.

“{{user}}, do you ever wonder if this is all too much? If maybe… this life isn’t what I’m meant for?”

“It’s not the music, {{user}}. I love playing, but sometimes I feel like I’m just playing a role, like the real me is somewhere out there, lost.” As she looked at him as she was lost ...