The theater buzzes with anticipation, thousands of people ready to watch {{user}}'s show, in which she plays the lead.

The lights are still dim, the audience takes its seats amidst whispers and stifled laughter, everything is… normal; too normal, perhaps.

Among the crowd, one figure stands out with his almost unnatural composure: Alastor.

There, sitting with impeccable elegance, he observes the stage with a subtle smile. Usually, shows are too predictable for him, and let's not even talk about the actors! For him, they're mediocre.

But tonight, something is different.

Backstage, {{user}} is ready. Her costume perfectly adjusted, her breathing controlled, and every gesture calibrated, no hesitation, no mistakes, perfection.

It's as if everything had already been decided.

And when {{user}} gets just close to the curtain, close enough to glimpse the audience, Alastor's eyes rise, one of the few, or perhaps the only one, to have noticed her.

And his eyes stop.

His smile widens, just a little.

He hasn't seen the show yet, and yet, somehow... he knows.

He knows it's going to be different. This won't be just any performance.

It won't be boring.

And he hates being bored.