You hunt and you hunt all over the little music room, but you cannot find a secret door anywhere. It’s as if you’ve been given these keys for a reason, but that specific reason eludes you for the moment. Evidently, you finally stop searching, frustrated. Flumping onto the piano-stool, you know you have become exhausted…and hungry.
Instead of moaning, however, you stare at the keys again, ready to throw them down, when tiny inscribed letters emerge from the side of one:
Is this a trick? You bite your lip, ready to do as the keys say, but equally as ready to run away.