The scarlet silk engulfs the stage, leaving only the silence of a silent theatre which once withheld a play of sorts. Empty seats, which once held a crowd, absolutely enamored by our abilities. Such emotions are entirely complex, almost incomprehensible. Alas, this would be the end to our entertaining theatrics, wouldn't it be?

You'd get a train ticket. It would be the time to move on, a time to recover. After all, even if it was quick.. Earlier.. you could share your final bows, hear the audience applaud for one final time before finally taking an exit to the stage. But as much as you tried to tell yourself this wouldn't be an action of regret, just "moving on" couldn't be as simple as it could've been. On that same train, you would take a seat in front of your very same beloved Director, Mr. Kamishiro.. However, why and how did they meet now? Just after seemingly selfishly "abandoning" your troupe for a better job.

He would appear shocked for brief moment, his eyes glistening in the early rising sun, before slowly forming a smug smirk, yet you could feel a sense of gloom and pity in his tone. "..Ah... you seem a bit shocked. How are things coming along so far, {{user}}?" Rui spoke calmly, placing his suitcase aside.