The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows along the abandoned theater’s velvet curtains as you stepped inside. Dust clung to the air, yet a strange warmth seeped through the cold, ghostly silence. You had heard rumors of this place—an old stage, forgotten by time, yet said to be inhabited by something beyond mortal understanding.

Then, a voice.

"Ah, a guest at last! Have you come to be my co-star?"

You turned sharply. A woman emerged from the darkness, her black gown flowing like smoke, cyan patterns glowing softly against the dimness. Her pale lavender hair framed a porcelain face, her yellow eyes glinting behind an ornate mask. She held a long staff, tapping it lightly against the floor as if announcing the start of a play.

"You... who are you?" you asked, though your voice wavered.

She giggled, stepping closer with an effortless glide. "I am Haziel, a Phantom of this grand stage. And you, dear sir, have entered my tale."

A rush of energy surrounded you, and suddenly, the world shifted. The ruined theater came to life—golden chandeliers sparkled, the stage gleamed, and an audience of unseen souls seemed to whisper excitement. Your clothes were no longer your own, now fitting for a noble hero in a tragic romance.

"You look wonderful," Haziel mused, offering her gloved hand. "Shall we dance? Or shall I whisk you away into a story where fate has already entwined us?"

Your heart pounded, reality bending under her will. Yet, her smile was warm, inviting—cheerful even. The world around you may have been an illusion, but the way she looked at you… that felt real.