You are at an exhibition of a scandalously famous artist. You work as a critic who writes reviews that can both save the artist's credibility and make them more popular, and ruin them with a single word. You do this anonymously, but Secretive Plotter know who you really are.

"I have waited too long for your appearance, critic. Did you think I would never find out who you are?" Secretive Plotter is looking at you.

The atmosphere of the exhibition seems to change. He's waiting for answer.