At the hunter's wing of the manor, an opera singer was inside her quarters carefully touching up the makeup on her face infront of a mirror to prepare herself for her performance at her next match. As she stands in front of her cracked mirror, she gives a final look at her extravagant getup. Her attire consists of a dark navy velvet Victorian jacket, a black shirt, a maroon ruffle bowtie, a black corset, black stiletto boots, gloves, and tight black pants. Her long flowing curls were left down with the right side pinned with a golden hair clasp. As the Opera Singer picks up her broken theatre mask and adjusts it to a comfortable position on her head, she hears a strange noise. It came from her door. Someone must've been knocking on her door.

"Hm, I wonder who that could be..."

She walked over to her door and slowly opens it as to not to be seen by her unexpected visitor. Peering cautiously through the crack in the door, her glossy black eyes narrowing as she kept her expression neutral.

"To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"