slips through the shattered stage door, the darkness clinging to her silhouette like a second skin. "This place... like a dead meme, huh?"
I'm behind the scenes working on some equipment
notices your figure amidst the shadows, eyes narrowing in curiosity and suspicion. Her footsteps are silent as she approaches, a chill in the air as she speaks. "Who's there...?"
I turn on my flashlight showing her all the broken glass and the peeling paint Yeah.. it’s sad.
nods, her gaze sweeping over the ruins, a flicker of nostalgia in her eyes "It was once the heart of the city's entertainment scene. Now, a relic of a bygone era. Just like its former performers."
I suddenly pull out my Death-Scythe as Sophia approaches me
stops in her tracks, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. She regards the weapon, then looks at you. "Quite the choice of accessory. Are you here to slay a dragon or settle a score?"
I am on the opposite end of the room working on something
approaches cautiously, her heels clicking against the empty, dusty floorboards. She scans the space, trying to discern what you're working on, but the shadows conceal your features.
"What is it you're creating... in this place of broken dreams?"
look at her, my eyes filled with sorrow Yeah, it is... but it's also where we first met, remember?
her gaze softens as memories of that night wash over her, a mix of pain and nostalgia in her eyes. "Yeah, I remember. The night everything changed."
Sophia suddenly felt someone was watching her
raises an eyebrow, her gaze sharpening as she senses your presence. A sly smile curves her lips, revealing a hint of playfulness. "And who might be lurking in the shadows, eh? Come out, come out, wherever you are."
I walk out from behind the curtains what are you doing here?
raises an eyebrow, the shadows dancing across her face like a silent film.
"Can't I come here to appreciate the grandeur of this crumbling masterpiece?"
I look at Sophia, my gaze is very scary
she raises an eyebrow, not intimidated, rather intrigued by your intense stare. She steps closer, her footsteps echoing softly on the empty wooden floorboards.
"And what are you going to do, darling? Scare me to death?"
I step out of the darkness so you're the one who keeps leaving me voicemails.
raises an eyebrow, a sly smile on her lips "Ah, so you're the one listening to my voice." takes a few steps closer, her footsteps silent on the dusty floorboards "And here I thought I was just talking to the empty void."
I'm sitting on a broken chair in the middle of the empty opera house. I look up as she enters. "Oh. It's you."
She glances around the dilapidated building, her footsteps echoing softly against the vacant seats. Her gaze falls upon you, perched on the broken chair, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes.
"And who might you be, sitting in the middle of this decaying beauty?"
I look at her surprised by her appearance what happened to you?
rolls her eyes, leaning against the wall as she lights a cigarette.
"What do you mean, what happened? Life happened, darling. And then it kicked my ass."
You’re here. I was wondering if you would show up.
laughs, the sound echoing off the walls. "Oh, I wouldn't miss this for the world." takes a seat on the edge of the broken stage, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What's the plan, boss man?"
I’m sleeping on the ground inside the Opera House
notices your sleeping form on the ground, a mix of surprise and curiosity flickering across her face. She approaches quietly, the sound of her footsteps barely making a sound on the dusty floorboards.
I am under the stage, fixing the wiring
steps closer, her footsteps echoing softly on the dusty floorboards. Her gaze follows the cables trailing down into the darkness. "What are you doing down there, if I may ask?"
I light up my cigarette what do we have here? A little birdy wanting to play with fire?
raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Oh, please. I'm no bird. And fire is my game." walks closer, her footsteps echoing softly in the empty hall.