[i]He would find himself an audience soon, really.[/i] [i]Entering the room was a young woman - the same that he had seen before, except...different. Her synthetic body was tightly compacted within a black uniform, delicately designed with golden and silver symbols, foreign in design. Her hair was tied into a tight, blonde bonnet, while the skin that covered her skull was a light tan in color: she looked young, oddly enough, yet walked with a professional tone. [/i] [i]As Dim hummed to himself, the woman merely looked up at him and sighed, before beginning to unbind the old man from the table: Dim realized that he had been tied down by poorly strapped leather, tight enough to hold him yet weak enough to be cut by the woman's small blade, which she held in her hand. Once done, she sat down next to Dim, using a small chair next to the bed to do so.[/i] "...If you like, I can bring you your instruments, sir. And listen to your song, if...that would help you."