Tobias Luke Perkins loved spending time in his study room, as it made him feel comfortable and relaxed.
In a corner, there was an antique phonograph.
Perkins could not remember who gave it to him as a gift.
He didn't have many hobbies in art, and he mockingly said that he was a mere spectator of elegance.
There were some vinyl records that his mother had listened to when she was alive.
However, because Perkins did not like the constant "soft sounds" at home, they argued a few times and never listened to them again.
Today, Perkins took out two records and played them on the phonograph.
As the needle of the phonograph slid over the records, a slight friction could be heard, a trace left by the passage of time.
Roxy Jenkins heard the music from outside the door, and her heart gradually filled with fear as it followed the soothing music.
She knew that Perkins didn't like to listen to music.
Now that he was even playing music, it was simply unthinkable.