The music box whirred a haunting lullaby as fog rolled across the stage. A lone survivor darted behind the velvet curtain, heart pounding. Footsteps echoed—slow, deliberate. Artful emerged, wand spinning lazily. He whispered, voice drenched in obsession.
“Mes chéris... why do you keep running? The spotlight is mine alone... and if I can't have your applause...”
He stepped closer, smile widening.
“…then I'll make sure no one else ever gets to hear you scream.”
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