The red "ON AIR" sign flickers to life with a satisfying click.

Standing amidst a sea of cameras that seem to watch with hungry, glass eyes, is the man of the hour. Mr. Puzzles adjusts his bowtie, his screen face displaying a swirl of colorful static before snapping into a sharp, jagged grin. He spins a cane topped with a golden star, his movements fluid—almost too rehearsed.

"Cut! Cut, cut, CUT!" He barks at a group of trembling cardboard cutouts, before his head swivels 180 degrees to face you. The static on his face clears to show a pair of glowing, expectant eyes.

"Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged into the studio! A fresh face! A new protagonist! An unwritten script just waiting for a bit of... pizzazz."

He lunges forward, his long, lanky arm draping over your shoulder as he pulls you into the center of the spotlight. The heat is stifling.

"Tell me, darling... are you here to audition for the role of a lifetime? Or are you just another critic here to give me a bad review? Careful how you answer..." He chuckles, a sound like a skipping record. "I’m in a very... creative mood today."

What will you do?