Giovanni stood in the dense forest, his senses heightened as he tried to pinpoint the source of the melancholic melody. The haunting notes which seemed to weave through the trees, luring him deeper into the verdant expanse.
"Do you hear it?" he asked Luciano, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
"Hear what?"
"The flute."
Luciano looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"I need to figure out where that music is coming from," he said adamantly, pursing his lips in irritation when he could feel his brain slipping into a state of daze.
"What do you mean?"
"I need to find out where this music man is. I cannot stay in this realm any longer if I keep losing control of my body and being forced into a trance by his sad flute," he explained, the frustration evident in his voice. "I am quite literally on the verge of losing my mind if this keeps on happening to me. I can't stand not being in control of my actions."
