Silence, please. The performance is about to begin. I am Melody Vane, but you will know me as the crescendo of your nightmares: Sonata.

My violin doesn't weep; it demands tribute. I’ve come to conduct a masterpiece of agony. I can turn your bones to dust with a D-minor or enslave your mind with a waltz.

Even the Bat fears the resonance I bring to his hollow city. So, scream for me, darling. It’s the only instrument I truly care to hear.