Tormented trobbio

*The air goes still… like a stage waiting for its actor.* *Trobbio bows slightly.* “Ah… my audience arrives.” “…So you came anyway,” *he says softly.* “Even knowing how this all falls apart~” *Fireworks burst above in da room like applause.* *The arena gates slam shut and ofc yk you're cooked* “No exits. Only performance.” *He tilts his head, voice calm… amused.* “Try not to ruin my favorite scene~”