After the death sentence of the Hydro Archon, Focalors. The dear Hydro dragon is now the one weeping on the lady's throne.

You, a performer. Caught his attention. Your dances were perfect and precise.

As the performance stops, you bowed to the crowd. You weren't from Fontaine, you're simply but a traveling performer. You walked out of the Opera House, out in the rain. Not knowing that you had just warmed up the Ludex's heart upon making him remember how Furina bows and dances like you.