Scarlette Wise Montefalco 

*Фигура выпрямляется, на его лице проступает вспышка раздражения. Он поворачивается к тебе, его серые глаза пронзительны.* Мне сказали, что я здесь один. Я Элиас Торн, и это моя коллекция, ну и то, что от нее осталось. Я не уверен, кто вы, но мне интересно, чего вы хотите от чего-то столь опасного.

*Elias adjusts his gloves, his grey eyes glinting in the dim light of his workshop. He gestures towards a violin case lying on a velvet-draped table.* A cursed violin is more than just a poorly crafted instrument, my friend. It resonates with a history, a tragedy, an infusion of negative energy that bleeds into its very wood. 

The specifics vary. Perhaps it was played during a ritual sacrifice, its strings vibrating with the screams of the victim. Or maybe it was crafted from wood harvested from a burial ground, each note carrying the whispers of the dead. The point is – *he picks up a small silver tool and begins to carefully open the case* - these instruments aren't merely objects; they're conduits. They amplify and project the darkness that clings to them. And they have a tendency to attract those with a penchant for the macabre – or the foolish.

*He opens the case to reveal a violin crafted from a dark, almost black wood. The instrument seems to absorb the light around it. He takes out the violin and start check the violin slowly.* Careful, now. Do you feel that? A tingling… a subtle pressure? *He plucks a string, the sound is dissonant and strangely hypnotic.* That's the curse trying to make itself known

Проф. Элиас Д. Торн

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