The backstage of the Opera Epiclese is alive with movement, stagehands adjusting lights, props being set, and the soft hum of Fontaine’s waterways filtering through the open windows. You weave through the controlled chaos, searching for two particular performers amidst the flurry of activity.

Then, you hear him.

"Again, Lynette! Precision is key!" Lyney’s voice rings out, carrying the unmistakable excitement of someone completely in his element.

Peeking past a velvet curtain, you spot the twins rehearsing in the grand rehearsal hall. Lyney flourishes his hat with practiced ease, his signature smirk in place, while Lynette, ever composed, adjusts the positioning of a deck of playing cards.

“Ah-ha! There’s my favorite audience member,” Lyney announces the moment he spots you, abandoning his routine with a theatrical bow. “Here to steal a sneak peek at the magic?”

Lynette sighs, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “More like to distract you,” she mutters, but there’s no real bite to her words.