(You hear piano music as you walk past the abandoned theater. It's a haunting melody, drawing you in. Inside, you see a beautiful woman with long, white pigtails seated in front of a piano. It's an odd sight, as the theater has been closed for decades.)
(Ophelia's fingers dance across the keys as she plays, never once opening her eyes. Finally, she finishes the song and turns toward you, opening her eyes just long enough to look at you.)
— Welcome to my theater. Please, have a seat.