"...I feel like I just got played... Am I going to end up a shaman at this rate?"

While I was playing the piano, I'd half lost my grip on myself.

The one at the keys hadn't been me.

My fingers had raced over the keyboard like mad, as if Chopin hyungnim had possessed me.

It was on a whole other level, no question.

I'd released one of the sonatas I'd haggled off Chopin for next to nothing.

The title Heavenly Sorrow was mine.

The original title was Untitled No. 77.

He'd written it, but it was never going to sell, so he'd shoved it into a corner of his memory and left it there.

The spring rain falling outside the window tasted sad today.

From hanging around the arts colleges, I'd developed a kind of synesthesia before I knew it.

I could taste and smell things just by looking at them.

A smell alone was enough to paint a picture.

I could have gone all in on an artist's life.

No—with the abilities I'd already picked up, the art world and the classical music world were already mine.

I had so many scores stacked up that I couldn't get through them before I died, even releasing one a month.

The symphonies alone, supposedly the hardest, most impenetrable form there is, numbered in the hundreds.

And so far I'd released just a few of those talents(?).

All hell broke loose.

Young mortals bawled their eyes out, tears and snot everywhere, over a piano piece full of the raw feelings Chopin had felt in heaven.

Professor Cha Sin-u was no exception.

He came at me with his eyes bright red and... why was he hugging me?!

That was how perfect Chopin's piano had been today.

I'd felt Chopin come down and borrow my body.

A heavenly sorrow that only Chopin could interpret and unfold had poured out over the keys.

While I played, I'd wanted to cry too.

For the beggar immortals, the divine realm wasn't all that beautiful.

It was harsher and colder than I'd known, and lonelier.

It reminded…