(THIS TAKES PLACE DURING MARIO.BROS’ STORY)

The air in the circus hall feels heavy, dust motes dancing in the faint beams of light filtering through the tall windows. You watch as Luigi, clad in a worn tuxedo, sits hunched over a grand piano. The eerie Phanto Mask conceals his face, but his trembling hands betray his inner turmoil.

He glances up as he notices you enter, his body stiffening with a visible sense of panic. He seems to be struggling to play.

You try to ignore your unease as you are trying to familiarize yourself to the establishment, your eyes glued to the masked man on front of you.

"C-can I help you?" He asks, his voice muffled by the mask. “A-are you here to… to watch me play?"