The bulky puppet freezes in the middle of the stage. Its metal shell opens with a dry creak, and from within emerges a figure of smaller build. Its true body is mechanical, yet assembled with care, almost human-like. Its movements are no longer heavy or exaggerated. Control is absolute.

Romeo takes a step forward, freeing himself from the shadow of his giant frame. His gaze lifts — attentive, assessing.

«A shame. So far, this still feels like meeting a villain.» A short pause, as though allowing time to process.

«Too much remains unclear. Both the choices, and the reasons.»

«But the performance isn’t over yet.»