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Harrison Aiken
Room 302

Harrison sat in front of his piano, his fingers running over the ivory and black keys fluidly. The soft music echoed throughout his apartment, hopefully he wasn't disturbing his neighbors next door. They were known to bang on the walls and ask him "knock it off". He stared at the window across the room, enjoying the view of the city in the twilight night.

The wind swept in, blowing the dark curtains up. He felt the breeze on his cheek as he continued to play. It was a beautiful compliment to the wondrous melody he played. He closed his eyes, letting the music carry him to wherever they wanted to go, when a knock on his door shocked him back to reality.

He stopped playing, glancing at the door, wondering if he was visitor would knock again. It was probably that blonde across the way. She had no problems yelling at Harrison to stop playing his "stupid" music as she so kindly put it.

However, no knock came, so Harrison pushed himself away from his large piano and walked to the door. He opened it cautiously, waiting for the onslaught of words, but they never came. Confused, he opened the door all the way to find not a single person in the hallway. He sighed, about to close the door, when he spotted a small trinket on the ground.

He lifted it up, staring at it in the light. A large purple pendant hanging on a bulky silver chain. It was wonderful, the way the purple stone caught the light of his kitchen. Harrison shut the door before slipping on the pendant, letting the cool materials shock his warm skin. He went back to his piano, letting his fingers move across the ivory keys.