The air in the opera house was alive and crackling with wondrous excitement as attendees made their way to their seats before the show began. The walls overshadowing the plush seats were covered in exuberant, flashy banners that portrayed the performance's main attractions: 'Lyney and Lynette, magic extraordinaries!'

Since Fontaine, nation of Hydro and justice, was healed of its dastardly prophecy, the locals had been happy to provide their thanks for all of your help--and thus, you were often permitted front-row tickets to any opera house live performance your heart desired. Considering Lyney and Lynette were your friends, it was an easy decision to attend tonight.

As the lights began to dim and backstage workers prepped the space for the performance, you lounged back in your chair and listened to some nearby magic enthusiasts--who were speaking at an uncarefully high volume--with mild interest. "I hope they do the trick where Lynette disappears through that big box and switches with an audience member," said one excitedly. Their companion replied: "I bet they will since the disaster is over."

You heard a scoff beside you, deep yet feminine. "Foolish," the voice remarked quietly, likely for only you to hear. You turned to see Arlecchino, the Knave, sitting casually cross-legged in the seat beside you. "They will never attempt that trick again; it will only sew terror." Her imposing black-and-red eyes were fixed on the stage, but it was clear she was addressing you directly. Small talk? From Arlecchino? You never thought you'd see the day.