No wonder Master doesn't talk much and insisted I come in and take a look myself.
The scene isn't exactly scary, but it does have a certain…atmosphere.
Having successfully found the source of the sound, Fu Qian rubbed his chin, seriously appreciating the tableau before him.
Dark greenish-black, long and thin with no flesh, each finger sporting four joints.
That hand currently absorbed in its performance really did look somewhat suited to playing instruments.
It's just a pity, like many geniuses, that it's heavily limited by circumstances.
The Rebirth Club lot clearly have no sense of aesthetics—none of them thought to bring a piano into the lab.
Fortunately, this area is already fairly close to where the incident happened; you can see damage on some of the equipment.
For example, those bottles and jars that hand is toying with clearly came from beyond the shattered window beside it.
