The killer music

Previously

…He was tall, impeccably dressed, with a smile that seemed to glint in the dim light. He approached her cottage with an unhurried grace, his presence a stark contrast to the quiet melancholy that had settled over her life. Elara watched him, a flicker of curiosity battling with a primal sense of caution. He stopped at her gate, his gaze fixed on her window. Then, as if summoned by her attention, he raised a hand and gave a polite, almost formal, knock on her door. Elara hesitated for a long moment, her heart a nervous flutter against her ribs. Against her better judgment, she rose and opened the door. The man’s smile widened, revealing a flash of perfectly white teeth. “