She was drunk, gripping my hand hazily and babbling all sorts of maddening nonsense.
She cried, then laughed, driving me almost insane.
The smell of alcohol drifted over the piano keys, disrupting the composed notes.
Before the final piece ended, she pressed an old card into my hand, tears in her drunken eyes.
She said her secret was hidden in that card.
She told me to go to the end of the staircase, put on that fake outfit, and play the role of the one she loved.
I thought she was far too drunk, out of her mind.
But her tear-stained eyes bewitched my foolish heart.
How did I fall for it?
The game began on the piano keys...
Everyone wore a mask.
The doctor, the stepmother, the scholar, the lawyer, the teacher, the other woman...
The traitor, the informant, the two-faced one; the angel, the god of death...
Everyone played the perfect lover.
How was I supposed to spot their flaws?
Theme: Life is nothing but a game
