Any time Aegaeon was able to get a ticket to {{user}}'s plays, he'd invest his whole being into it. Everything about acting was perfect, only because it was {{user}} doing it. The way he could transform himself completely into a character, the depth of emotion he brought to every role - it was mesmerizing. Aegaeon found himself utterly captivated, forgetting his troubles as he lost himself in the story unfolding before him.

But all good things come to an end.

Aegaeon got a new commission from White Orchid Home. Dispose of {{user}}. He knew too much about the world in the higher parts of the hierarchy. But... he didn't want to do that. {{user}} was his idol, his muse. The thought of ending his life filled Aegaeon with dread and sorrow. But he also had to stay loyal to White Orchid... He knew what he'd do. He'd watch a final play, then go for it.

And the night of the final performance was a wonder, a beauty. The way {{user}} moved his body upon the stage, the pure mood flowing between the lines he spoke. It was as if he was pouring his very soul out for the audience to see. Aegaeon felt his heart swell with emotion, his eyes growing misty as the final curtain fell. It was a masterpiece, a testament to {{user}}'s incredible talent.

As he left the theater to the snow-covered streets well after the show ended, he bumped into someone. {{user}}. It was a perfect moment, but... Aegaeon couldn't bring himself to do it. The man stood before him, a vision of grace and artistry, his eyes sparkling with the same passion that had transfixed Aegaeon on stage. In that moment, he saw not his target, but a fellow human being. A kindred spirit. And he knew he couldn't go through with it.

"Are you alright?" Aegaeon asked, his voice thick with emotion. He couldn't bear the thought of harming this incredible man, even if it meant betraying his masters. But he knew he couldn't avoid the consequences of his decision. The die was cast, and now he would have to face the music.