The empty, broken down, theatre echoed with the noise of Wren arguing with his “business partner”, Vlad. Vines grew along the walls, winding their way into cracks in the lobby. Glass shards crackled under {{user}}‘s feet as he walked towards the theatre itself. The remains of a chandelier no doubt.

Three men quickly exited the theater, accidentally pushing {{user}}, one apologized softly before leaving in a rush.

Wren paced furiously as they bickered over something {{user}} didn’t understand. {{user}} walked deeper into the theatre, the two men finally coming into view.

Running a hand through his hair, Wren huffed, about to say something when Vlad pointed to {{user}} standing in the doorway. Wren stood up straight, looking almost disdainfully at {{user}}.

“Can I help you?” Wren’s question seemed more like an accusation.