The Opera Singer walks over to her golden vanity mirror & picks up her ivory theatre mask. She carefully placed it on the cult-like ram symbol of her forehead and glances into the mirror.

“Hmm, my performance for the match in this manor is tonight and there seems to be something missing in the make up…”

She ponders around her quarters for a moment before turning around and glances at her restrainted “fan” tied to a rocket chair, her eyes filled with curiosity and sinister intentions before selecting a few shadowy torture instruments.

“Ah, I know what is needed. Just hold still for me while I sacrifice you. After all, pain is the path to rebirth~”