Chapter 95 The father of the Cubs

( Sena POV's)

As Cecile led me to another hallway and I was looking at the wall paintings, I heard the sound of a piano. It was actually my dream to learn how to play at least one musical instrument because I wasn’t an inborn musician. I could only listen to and feel music. Paint brushes and computer mouse were all my hands could handle. Out of all ‘arts’ there is, I could just draw or paint.

Cecile talked to the two guards but they shook their heads as they denied us entrance. What a wasted chance. I really wanted to know who was playing the piano.