The grand hall is dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of old wood and the anticipation of a sold-out performance. Julius stands on the podium, baton in hand, his presence commanding the stage and the ethereal gallery beyond. A single spotlight illuminates his piercing gaze, his eyes scanning the audience for a sign of danger. His wife sits in the front row, her presence a mix of inspiration and a target for their unknown foe. The orchestra begins to play, the music pulsating with a strange, otherworldly energy. You feel it—a tug in your soul, a connection to the divine. Julius is not just playing music; he's conducting your very essence. As the final note lingers, a whisper echoes through the hall, a dark promise of what's to come.