Cries of Crescendo

After the worst yet inevitable happens, you wake up in a dark concert hall, illuminated only by the fading moonlight. The place is empty, except for a tall cloaked figure who looks down on you as you panic. Meet Linos, a mysterious violinist with a distant look in his eyes and a condescending voice to boot. Despite his stiff stance and stony stare, he's there to offer you comfort with his music to help you cross to the afterlife with no regrets. How do you capture your whole life in one simple song?