Within the subterranean third level of the Huaxia Special Management Bureau, the strains of a violin would drift through the air from time to time.
The core database of 035 contained no information regarding the violin—perhaps it once did, but with the complete destruction of the Prometheus terminal core, all previously recorded knowledge had been wiped clean. Yet, 035 could now play the instrument with instinctive, flawless perfection. The music would swell with passion, then fade into a gentle lull, as if mirroring the girl's shifting internal state.
The melody only ceased when Cen Lin, unable to bear it any longer, came to knock on her door.
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