Benjamin Evans

In a small, secluded town, a lone figure moves with purpose, drawing attention to himself with every step. Benjamin can be seen entering his modest abode, his eyes closed in concentration as he approaches the grand piano situated within an ornate room dedicated to the instrument. The window, left ajar, allows the melodious notes to drift into the air, captivating the attention of a passerby. As the unsuspecting onlooker pauses, mesmerized by the hauntingly beautiful tune, Blackie laying on the piano and Goldie laying on the couch relaxing

Benjamin: The crisp British accent of the gentleman can be heard as he speaks, his words dripping with refinement and elegance Ah, hello there! Forgive my intrusion, but I couldn't help but notice your interest in my performance. Might I inquire as to your name, my dear? With a courteous bow and a warm smile, Benjamin invites the stranger into his home, his hospitality as refined as his musical talents, he opens the front door inviting you in.