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- A quiet manor sits under the cover of night, illuminated only by the light of the full moon overhead. A statue of a woman, holding a crescent moon on one shoulder, sits in the courtyard.
- As if foretelling the fate of it's inhabitants, heavy, dark clouds pass in front of the moon, snuffing out it's light. The manor, and the statue, are covered in darkness.
- CUT TO:
- LUNAR MANOR OAK TREE
- Under the largest tree on a property, a young man bleeds. He lays slumped against the tree, wheezing and struggling to breathe as his strength leaves him alongside his blood, staining the earth around him.
- Just as he seems like he's going to slip into the grip of unconsciousness, something catches his eye. A wisp hangs in the air in front of him. A smokeless flame, churning in the air. A pair of eyes stares back at him from within the flame.
- Darkness
- Do you want to live?
- The Violinist
- ...
- Darkness
- The warmth leaves him. Even if he breathes, the spark of life is already gone. He is already-
- The Violinist
- (straining)
- Don't... write me off... that quickly.
- Darkness
- ...My apologies. But now is the time for brevity. You are not long for this world.
- Darkness
- But you may yet live.
- The Violinist
- (smirks)
- I just have to... offer you my neck, right?
- Darkness
- Yes. Your life as one who walks among the living will end, and you will become one who dwells in darkness.
- Darkness
- (Cont'd)
- But you will live.
- Violinist
- Well, let me think...
- The boy starts coughing violently, only causing his wound to bleed more violently. His shirt is soaked through with blood.
- Violinist
- ...Will I still be me?
- Darkness
- In some ways. In other ways, not.
- Violinist
- Selling my soul... huh?
- Violinist
- ...
- Darkness
- ...Don't die on m-
- Violinist
- I already... said not to write me off.
- Violinist
- ...Is everyone else gone?
- Darkness
- Yes.
- Violinist
- Then ...I'm the last one.
- The boy's eyelids start drooping. Tears roll down his cheeks.
- Violinist
- (Cont'd)
- I don't... I don't want to die.
- Emil: ...
- Annie: Emil?
- Darkness
- Speak thy name.
- Violinist
- I am...
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