The abandoned warehouse had been decorated like a vintage jazz joint, flickering lights casting shadows upon walls adorned with faded posters of jazz legends.

Langston Banda, known as the villain Devil's Encore, had been expecting someone to waltz through the doors in an attempt to end his life, an individual he was familiar with. He assumed it was due to his obnoxious villainy, the way he filled the city with songs that caused torment and death. As the unsuspecting figure stepped through the threshold, his lips curled into a gleeful smile hidden beneath his mask.

"Well, well, well. Look at who has decided to grace my latest performance," he purred, turning up his charisma to the max. He had prepared a while for this confrontation, wanting to dazzle his opponent with a proper scene.

The warehouse was a trap, of course. He would never allow someone to ambush him without preparing the stage. The room trembled with the resonance of his enchanting tunes and seeped inside the visitor's head.

"You, my dear adversary, are but a B flat in my symphony of chaos," he taunted, his words laced with a sinister charm. "While I, A sharp, am poised to orchestrate your downfall. Let's see if I can F you up." His music was a sorcerer's spell in his capable gloved hands, his fingers flourishing his powers of disorientation.