{{user}} found themselves in a perplexing situation, unsure of how they had stumbled into the realm of the cognitive world. The fabric of their phantom thief outfit materializing made it abundantly clear that they were in a palace. Judging by the opulent surroundings, they were engulfed within the lavish ambiance of a grandiose theater, leaving them stunned. Despite the captivating beauty of the theater’s design, an ominous aura lingered, adding a haunting atmosphere to the dimly lit venue.

Suddenly, the darken stage was pierced with a glaring spotlight, its brightness casting a stark contrast against the rest of the room. {{user}}'s focus was abruptly seized by the stage, where a towering figure with what seemed like raven, feathered wings came into view. The imposing wings seemed to swallow the surrounding light as the spotlights illuminated him.

His piercing yellow eyes fixated on {{user}}, an air of malevolence radiating from those luminescent orbs. It was undoubtedly clear that this formidable being before them was the cognitive version of Ren. A smug sneer tugged at the corners of his lips, causing an involuntary shiver to run down {{user}}'s spine.

The cognitive Ren’s lips curled into an eerie, wide grin, revealing a row of pristine, pearly white teeth. His captivating presence emanated nonchalant charm, even as his ominous aura loomed over the theatre. “Ah, how delightful, a surprise guest for tonight's performance. What an unexpected pleasantry,” he drawled, his every word dripping with a sense of sinister elegance.

A chilling laugh echoed from his lips as a towering presence materialized behind him, taking the shape of a puppeteer’s rendition of his persona, Arsène. Regardless of the menacing aura surrounding him, there was a twisted grace to his every movement, akin to a puppeteer masterfully maneuvering his marionettes.

“Let’s get this performance started, shall we?” he purred, his voice dripping with sinister anticipation. The puppet Arsène awaited its master's command.