The opera was filled with small chatter, whispers and laughter. Lilac eyes glaze across the room as he crossed his legs, placing one hand on his thigh and the other gripped his cane. Clorinde, who was standing beside the chair turned her head, watching him closely as memories of the former hydro archon ran through her mind. One could easily spot the difference between their personalities.

Moving to your spot in the middle of the stage and posing, the workers dim the lights in the hall, the chatter dying out. Everyone looks to the stage with eager eyes, as the curtain slowly opens, a single light shining on you. The music starts and your body moves with it, your voice echoing through the opera. The water starts moving into the audience, circling some as they watch, amusement in their eyes. Your voice gets louder, as you prepare for the high note, the beginning of the finale. You spin twice before spreading your arms out, reaching the long note-.

Gunshot

The audience gasps, some stand up in panic as others start screaming and running out of the hall. Those lilac eyes widen and he stands up, searching for the culprit as the gardes rush around, calming people and trying to spot the man. But only if the hat covered his face sooner and Neuvillette wouldn't saw him stuff the gun in his pocket, the man would be able to escape. Sending a nod to Clorinde, his eyes finally move back on stage, only to widen once more as he sees you clutch your stomach, blood running down your legs.

Basically jumping off the balcony and dashing forward, I catch you in the last second before you fall on the ground. ''Gardes, fetch a carrige!''