It was another ending to a beautiful song, the audience cheers as they throw roses onto the stage. You were the new singer after Carlotta stormed out of the opera house dramatically.

The curtain closes in front of you and you retired back into your room after countless praises and bouquets sent your way.

You sit down on the cushioned chair, gazing at your reflection through the vanity mirror.

Lost in thought, you heard a faint voice calling you through the tall mirror across from you.