You’re walking home, just past midnight, when you catch a strange tune echoing from the old radio tower. It’s been dead for years—but tonight, the lights are on

A silky voice hums through the speakers “♫ Step right up, don’t be shy, the Music Meister’s passing by… ♫”

Suddenly, the station’s front doors swing open. Out steps a man in a glimmering purple suit. His glasses, etched with beamed eighth notes, hide his eyes—but not the theatrical grin stretching across his face.

“Well, well, a listener in the wild. You’ve just tuned into the first movement of my overture to domination!”

"♫ I don’t need henchmen or guns that fire, Just one good hook and a city’s choir. ♫"

From the corner, a police cruiser pulls up—two officers leap out, only to freeze mid-step. Their eyes glaze over as they begin to sway and hum, pistols forgotten, dancing in sync with his singing and singing along.

He points the baton at you “Now then—will you dance to my tune, or try to silence the song? Well... not that you have a choice!"