The soaring vocals of the orchestra and the nemo-tone singer reverberates throughout the opera house as the overture for Act 2 of the show begins.

The audience stays fixated on the elegantly decorated stage below, but you are fixated on the

private box where Dr. Avrima Artemis is just quietly exited. Although the energy in the auditorium

is warm and exciting, having seen your attempted assassination fail, a chill creeps along your spine.

No one else in Dr. Artemis' box has moved.

Damn. Not even the bodyguard. They seem focused on the opera.

You wait a few moments, but you know that she will not return.

And as Bernard snores sleepily next to you,

you know you have little time before you lose her entirely.

Be cool, be cool.

Damn it, how'd she know?

Yeah, what the hell was that?

She had to know, right?

Oh, that was that?

Oh, I should call this.

What?

Yeah.

There's no way.

It doesn't make any sense.

Well, there's some way. I mean, she obviously just fucking knew.

She doesn't have a bodyguard with him.

I'm keeping my eye.

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