Minakasensei

The melody was soft yet strong as it resounded through the long winding corridors of the once grand mansion riddled with wide gaping holes and empty rooms. Although somewhat sorrowful and sluggish, the hushed notes were warmly welcomed by the homestead and its inhabitants. As the tune began to pick up in speed, a small argument had begun in one of the many abandoned rooms. "Looks like Mr. Chair started playing again, eh?" "He always plays when Pewdie isn't around, you stupid salope." "He does? Guess I've never noticed before." The man with a French tinted accent made a small 'tch' noise of displeasure before firing off a round of insult