"Where is the greatness my dad had promised me? Where is the happiness he said I would have? Maybe this is all my life will be afterall, just a worn out instrument, a small hotel and a suitcase. Maybe this is all I will ever be." A silver flute, an orchestra, a crowd, that's Maria's life. A dream come true, right? Not in her world As winter sets in, they tour through Volterra, but a series of incidents will change everything. She will fall. Hard. He smiles at her A mysterious stranger with dark auburn hair and moonlight skin. A guardian? or a terrible omen? A fairytail? or a nightmare? A charming prince? or a monster? Sometimes... falling, can be dangerous. and in the cold midnight gloom, her blood will finally sing...