"Who are you?"
The Pianist shot to his feet and looked toward the High Priest.
But at some point, a grim-faced Judge had taken the High Priest's place. He was now watching the Pianist with an intrigued expression, as if anticipating his next performance.
The other Priests in the room had also vanished into thin air, replaced by a roomful of Judges and Crusaders holding various weapons, all subtly pointed at him.
A shiver ran down the Pianist's spine as he realized something was terribly wrong.
For instance, why would all the Priests of the Sect be gathered in one place? They were supposed to be scattered across different cities.
And why would the High Priest, who had always treated him with disdain and mistrust, suddenly show him such favor?
"This... I'm in... a [Story]? Hmm, that must be it. But now that I'm awake and realize I'm in a [Story], it's no big deal..." he said, as if trying to comfort himself.
