*10 years later*

Her fingers dance along the keys of the piano. She sways her upper body along with the beat, her feet tapping at the pedals occasionally.

The melody slows down and comes to a close. She takes her hands away from the piano and runs her fingers through her hair.

A loose piece of flyaway hair emerges.

Luda looks up to the top of the piano.

"You broke your promise..." she cries out to the empty room.