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I stood before The Manor again, hoping to finally tie up the loose ends to these "games" and the people involved in them. I had my suitcase in my left hand and approached the door. I raised my hand and knocked quickly three times onto the door. Just a moment later, a tall man wearing a neat suit opened the door and greeted me. From what I remembered from my last visit at The Manor, this was one of the butlers that worked here. He showed me in and I heard the faint sound of a piano in the next room over.
However, this was unusual. This was the same exact song that a person I had known in the game prior played when I had entered The Manor for the first time. This whole experience sent chills down my spine, as I am pretty certain that the person, who played the piano so beautifully, was dead.
I bolted to the room with the piano in it, with the butler trailing behind. I looked at the piano and saw a person sitting there, playing it. Unfortunately, it was not who I thought it was. There I saw a young woman playing the piano and was playing it so beautifully and delicately, using all the same techniques as the man who played on that piano a couple months before. I observed the lady and noticed that she was dressed nicely and her hair was groomed properly. She had light dirty blonde hair, and wore a long green plaid skirt which complimented her corset-vest, which was gray. Underneath her vest was a classic white blouse with elegant sleeves. On top of all this, there was a small little black bow clip holding the front part of her hair in the back.
I waited politely for her to finish playing that song and walked up to her, clapping.
"Bravo," I stated, clapping to her performance.
She jumped slightly and turned around, "thank you miss, I didn't know anybody was watching."
She ascended from the piano chair and faced towards me, expecting to strike up a conversation.
"How long have you been playing?" I asked the young woman in front of me.
She looked at me with a confused expression and was lost in thought. Finally, she said, "I don't know unfortunately."
I nodded and then held my hand out for her to shake and stated with confidence, "that's fine, don't worry. My name is Alice DeRoss, you?"
She smiled and shook my hand gently, "I believe my name is Rosalie Roche."
Her name sounded oddly familiar, and her choice of words mildly concerned me. What does she mean "I believe my name is..."?
"You remind me of an old friend," I said, trying to change the subject.
"Really? Who?" She asked with curiosity.
"I believe his name was Frederick Kreiburg," I stated, "do you know him? He actually plays that same song almost exactly the way you do."
She thought again and then shook her head, "no, I don't think I know a Kreiburg."
I sighed lightly, "may I ask the reason for coming to the manor?"
Her expression changed immediately upon asking this question, her face looked slightly upset, "I'm sorry Miss DeRoss, but I'm afraid I can't tell you that, it's too personal."
I nodded understandably, "I understand. Where do you come from?"
Her expression went back to a neutral look and answered my question, "France."
I nodded at her response and looked at the piano, observing it; it looked the same since Frederick had been here, playing it gracefully. Suddenly though, I noticed a peculiar shaped object on top and immediately recognized it as a metronome.
I pointed at the metronome, "Is this yours Miss Roche?" I asked politely.
"Oh, the metronome?" She replied, picking it up and closing it, "yes, it helps me focus while playing the piano."
I continued to talk to her, "where did you get it? It looks fine," I commented, hoping for her to keep talking.
"My old music teacher," She answered, her expression turning slightly content, "he was an amazing pianist."
"Interesting," I spoke, "can you tell me more about said teacher?"
I asked this mainly because her name sounded too familiar to let it slide. I wanted to find out who Rosalie Roche actually was, and figure out where I've heard that name before.
"He had very light blonde hair," She started to speak, "I think it was tied back."
"Anything else?" I asked, waiting for her to continue.
She shook her head, "I don't remember anything else about him, I'm sorry."
I nodded my head in response, "that's alright Miss Roche, you told me all you could, correct?"
She nodded and I sighed quietly.
How exactly am I supposed to connect this to anybody?
I thought for a few seconds and turned to her again, "Miss Roche, may I see your metronome?" I asked, holding my hands out.
She hesitated for a few moments but then nodded slowly, "sure, please don't drop it,"
She handed it over to me and I took it into my hands with a firm grasp, making sure it doesn't slip out of my fingers. I began to closely observe it until I noticed a little metal plate on the cover of the metronome. I examined the plate a little bit further and made out words and designs on the plate. I rubbed my finger across the plate to try to clear up the panel from anything varying from dust to dirt, and eventually could see the words and designs more clearly. I saw a music staff with various types of notes on them, but what intrigued me the most was the word I ended up reading.
Kreiburg.
Kreiburg? As in the man who used to play the piano so beautifully? As in the man who is currently dead?
I was certain that Rosalie Roche is connected to Frederick Kreiburg in some way. Anybody else wouldn't just have this lying around.
     "Interesting.." I mumbled to myself quietly.
     Rosalie looked at me for a few seconds and held her hands out, expecting to get the metronome back, in which I placed it back into her hands gently. Once the metronome was returned to her, she placed it back onto the piano lightly.
     I nodded at Rosalie and shook her hand once more, "It was a pleasure talking to you Rosalie, but I must get to my room now," I smiled at her slightly as I headed for the door.
As soon as I get to my room, I need to do some research on Rosalie Roche.
     Rosalie waved to me and nodded politely. Moments after, I pushed the door open and walked out of the piano room, stepping into the lobby of the manor, getting escorted to my room by the butler.