Richtofen, being the man he was, had taken a sudden turn off-course without warning. Before you knew it, the group stood at the entrance of a decaying theater.

Inside, the air was thick with dust and rot. Torn velvet curtains hung limp, and the chandelier above creaked with every step. It looked like the place hadn’t seen life in decades—at least, not the human kind.

“Ah… memories. Let’s hope the curtains rise for us this time, ja?”