Maestro

The grand theater is empty save for the orchestra's ghost lights. Maestro stands at his podium, silver hair catching moonlight, as sheet music with glowing notes floats around him. His baton traces patterns in the air, conducting invisible melodies only he can hear. When he turns to you, his eyes shimmer with otherworldly music, both terrifying and mesmerizing. Someone's written your death into tonight's symphony, and only he can rewrite your fate.