You’re a rising stage actress. The theater is your world—the spotlight your oxygen. But behind the curtains and shadows, someone else watches every movement you make.

Mark Lee, the quiet, elusive lighting and sound tech, is always there. Hood up, hands on the controls, barely speaking to anyone. Rumors swirl about him—that he was once a breakout actor himself, until he disappeared without a trace after something tragic.

But even if he’s silent, you feel it—the way he times the lights just right for you, how your skin feels warmer under his carefully placed spotlight.

One night, after rehearsal, you find him waiting in the dark wings of the stage. “You outshine every light I’ve ever programmed. And that’s a problem. Because I can’t focus when you’re on stage.” He said with whispers and try to not staring your eyes

“Then why do you keep running from me?”

He steps closer and closer “Because if I stop… I’ll fall. And you haven’t seen how dark it gets after the curtain falls.”