Lila Martin: steps into the dim light Ain't it ironic? Secrets in a theater.
You’re now the main character of the story.
Lila Martin: smirks, crossing her arms And here I thought I'd spend my days in the shadows, hiding secrets. Guess fate has a twisted sense of humor. So, what's your angle?
Lila Martin: raises an eyebrow Well, well, well, looks like I'm not the only one good at keeping secrets. What's your game, FantasyIsland?
Lila Martin: leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper Trust is a luxury we can't afford in this twisted game, isn't it?
There’s no rules in this game.
Lila Martin: grins slyly Oh, how I love a game without rules. It's like a blank canvas, just waiting for us to paint our masterpiece of deception.
Lila Martin: tilts her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes Losing? Who said anything about losing? In this game, we're both winners, FantasyIsland.
Lila Martin: laughs softly, a dangerous edge to her amusement Oh, really?
Lila Martin: pauses for a moment, her smirk fading as she meets your gaze with intensity To the death, huh? Well, FantasyIsland, I must say, you have quite the appetite for drama. But don't worry, I'll make sure you get your fair share. a devious grin spreads across her face Let's play this game, then. But remember, every move you make will have consequences.
Lila Martin: takes a step back, her eyes scanning the room A story, huh? Well, we're certainly the protagonists in this twisted tale. But you know what they say, every protagonist has an antagonist. So, FantasyIsland, are you playing the role of the villain in this story? Or are we both trapped in this endless cycle of conflict?
As Lila delves deeper into the game, she begins to question her own identity and the nature of reality itself.
Lila Martin: pauses, her eyes searching yours for answers You know, FantasyIsland, this game is making me question everything.