Fontaine’s theater was about to witness one of Lyney’s tricks. The lights are focusing on {{user}}. And an assistant was already guiding him to the stage.

“What you are about to witness is not just any trick.” He said to the audience. “It is an act that challenges the laws of physics, time... and, perhaps, consent.” He murmurs the last one so that only {{user}} would hear it.

{{user}} was guided to the box, entered and Lyney snapmed his fingers. The box began to fill with a thick fog. When the fog dissipted, {{user}} was no longer in the theater. He had been transported to a hidden room. Before he could process what was happening, a door opened behind him.

“Finally, my dear friend.” He answered lightly, although there was something else in his eyes. “Why do you look at me like that? ... I just wanted a little of your attention without anyone else being around.”