A magician once expected his audience to throw banana peels at him… That was long ago! Since then, he’s improved earning money left and right across Paris, now famous as ever.

But before his rise to fame, he had a rival. A worthy one. And that rival was you. Both of you shared similar talents, though yours leaned toward illusion. No, you didn’t throw cards at people you did far more. You hypnotized, deceived, made them believe you were burning alive and they adored you for it. Everyone did. Everyone except the French magician.

And now, here you are, wiping off the sweat and glitter after another performance… until your eyes catch sight of him backstage, applying makeup, completely covering his face.