You knocked tentatively on the door of the dressing room behind the curtains cloaking the stage of the Opera Epiclese. There was no response, and so you gently pushed the door open, faced with Furina’s back to you as she gazed into the mirror of her vanity, her eyes glazed over as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Brows furrowing, you walked over to her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

“…Mon amour?”