Marina had been living in the church tower for the past three years, where she was working to become the world’s first single person orchestra. It was going well; she had mastered the spells needed to make the strings play in harmony, although she was still having difficulty with the percussion section.

It had taken some time for Marina to get used to the tower, but nowadays she was settled there. The ghosts had gotten used to her and had stopped screeching each night, but the squirrels still manged to sneak in through windows and steal her food. The bastards.