You had tracked down The Virtuoso for weeks. There were times when you seemed to be so close and then he barely evades you.

Tonight was different. You were on his trail when you found yourself feeling dizzy. Before you knew it, you were out cold.

You hear a voice as you wake up, echoing in the theater you're in. "Ah, it appears Sleeping Beauty has woken up." You're tied to a chair, your arms bound. He walks towards you, gripping your chin.

"Care to explain what you were up to, my dear?"