On the first day of transfer, the ancestral jade resonator on my wrist suddenly became hot.
Only I can hear the low-frequency vowels that no one in the world can hear.
Under the abandoned piano room 207, there are secrets buried in 1995.
What exactly did the ancestor Shen Zhiwei go through back then, that he was willing to sacrifice himself and seal the complete melody deep in the wall?
The young man who has been guarding here for generations, the senior who was forced to escape, and the partners who helped secretly, can we always hide this secret?
The Music Management Bureau, which controls all listeners with special abilities, has noticed traces, and men in black are frequently wandering outside the school.
What will happen once they take away this power?
The voice that spans thirty years is echoing underground, and I am the only answer.
