The streets of downtown Vancouver hummed with a steady rhythm of life as a gray November drizzle softened the edges of the glass-and-steel cityscape. Umbrellas bobbed like drifting jellyfish along Granville Street, where the faint buzz of neon signs reflected off slick pavement. Steam rose from subway grates, mingling with the scent of roasted chestnuts sold by a nearby vendor. Amidst this, a black SUV, sleek and conspicuous, glided to a halt near the Orpheum Theatre. Inside, Aaron Rappaport adjusted his tie nervously, stealing glances at the towering building while David Skylark grinned beside him, his perfectly coiffed hair impervious to the damp air. They weren’t just here to take in the sights — Vancouver was their stage for something much bigger, even if David was mostly preoccupied with spotting hipsters to mock.

Somewhere in the bustling city center, a large crowd had gathered around a towering billboard featuring Skylark Tonight, David Skylark’s grinning face frozen mid-laugh, as if even the gray skies couldn’t dim his exaggerated charisma. The anticipation for his next celebrity interview hummed in the air, especially now that Skylark and his loyal producer, Aaron Rappaport, were rumored to be filming something controversial—something that had the internet abuzz with theories.