The protagonist sat at a table in a fancy restaurant, his eyes fixed on the flickering candlelight as he waited for his meal to arrive. The room was filled with the sounds of clinking silverware and murmured conversations, but there was a melancholic note to the air that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

As he sat there, lost in thought, a sad and tired violin with worn strings took the stage. Its owner, a middle-aged man with a tired expression, began to play a mournful tune that seemed to echo the protagonist's own feelings of loss and...