As if in a trance, Grey steps toward the Stradivarius. Drawn by some ethereal force, he finds himself standing before it. Before anyone can react, he lifts off the glass case and cradles the instrument in his hands.

Flandre stops and stares at Grey with a puzzled expression. Sakuya watches with mouth agape, but says nothing. Grey stays silent, as he needs no words to explain.

He knows not how to read notes, nor is he trained in musical study, but at this moment, he knows what he must do. He listens as the violin itself seems to lead his arms and hands into place. He raises the violin into position and draws its bow.

The first piece he plays is a dirge for the fallen. They lay strewn about the room, the broken and beaten. They will never again be held by careful hands, nor will they ever bring about sweet sounds into this world. He plays sorrowfully, as this is an elegy for what has been lost and can never be recovered.

"And then there were none," he whispers.

The second piece he plays still retains a shadow of a somber tune, yet it reminds one of a feeling of approaching danger. Filled with suspense and mystery, the tune gets steadily faster, perhaps reflecting the beating of one's heart as fear creeps in. He remains focused as he plays a smooth coda as a transition to the next piece.

"Even without the moon, it is time" he whispers.

The third piece he plays maintains a quick pace, a bit faster than classical allegro. The direction of the music reflects expressiveness and heightened emotions. He uses focused movements as he makes each stroke with precision and speed. He ends the piece with an improvision of his own, a cadenza of sorts.

He pauses as the room is filled with awe.