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The others are playing the leads. I'm just a very minor role, watching from the side in most of my scenes...

When the true performance unfolds before your eyes, it is not easy to resist the urge to run.

You've learned another lesson today, child.

Police statement on the Daremont Case:

At this time, there is no evidence linking the case to the Crimson Troupe which passed through the area recently. The police has established a special task force to investigate.

A spire in Lupukarn, Leithanien

(Claps)

A splendid performance.

You've finally made a breakthrough after your first performance as the lead.

The tiny black crystal on your neck is almost perfectly hidden. The audience sees only the glamorous star, not the Infected approaching death one step at a time.

Your performance is increasingly mature, and your songs move the passions. There is virtually no stiffness, no pretentiousness.

Are you complimenting me?

Of course.

Are you not going? Or do you want to stay, and take in the aftertaste of the stage?

Aftertaste?

You mean the taste of blood?

Excuse me, Mister, please let me through.

I want to go home.

I think the Crimson Troupe can take her in.

Take her in?

She doesn't know that her home is gone. She doesn't know that some of the people before her still have her family's blood on them...

That is what we'd call a fateful encounter, is it not?

As it was with you and the Troupe.

Perhaps you should teach her yourself. Teach her how to blend in, how to embrace a new life... how to walk the path that you have.

The show goes on, even once we've left the stage?

Ah, you remember what I said.

Yes, there is no drama like life. The aesthetics of destiny are never bound by any medium.

...Mister?

What do you think, Lucian?

Have you decided? You're in a position to make a choice now, aren't you?

Are you awake?

(Lazy yawn)

What's the matter?

The bitterness of obsession... your emotions.

A challenge to the palate?

I wouldn't say that.

But your flashbacks have become increasingly frequent since we came to this plate.

That means we're getting closer to him.

You noticed the strangeness of that coordinator.

As did you.

Unfortunately, she was visited by tragedy before I could extract any more clues.

You used that camera assistant to break the news of the Catastrophe?

It was too much a coincidence for that document to show up when it did, the way it did.

When one's been in enough plays, it's not hard to realize that such an obvious clue is bound to be a trigger.

Dalton's death was only the beginning.

The plot devices have been set, and their developments foreshadowed. The curtain has been raised, and it cannot be lowered again.

And the author will not appear until the story reaches the climax.

...Only then can I kill him.

(Yawn)

Be careful, Lucian.

I know.

What I mean is, be careful of yourself.

As I said, your emotions are filled with the bitterness of obsession... It's a dangerous thing.

I apologize, Miss.Christine.

You will not have to endure it for long.

Last night wasn't the first time Michael's come looking for you, was it?

You haven't been in Wrankwood for long, and you're certainly not the type who would have meddled with something so far outside the scope your duties, if he hadn't been pestering you.

He came to me the day after Dalton died and I took over the prop team.

He wanted to leave without going through the normal process, and without anyone noticing.

Without, like, telling Miss Stone or going through the contract cancellation and exit procedures?

But he's the lead actor. Someone was bound to find out, and he'd have to pay the contract penalty anyway.

Unless... something here scared him more than paying the penalty.

He said since the prop team had access to all the tools and was familiar with the structure of the plate, he wondered if I could...

If you could think of a way.

Yeah.

I mean, I'm sure you could, but Michael's not done with his scenes yet. If he really got away and Miss Stone found out you helped him... she wouldn't let you off the hook easy.

She could even end your career in Wrankwood!

What would your sister think?

My sister...

Didn't you say the rest of your family was against you coming to Wrankwood, and she's the only one who cheered you on?

You <i>have</i> to make it, and not just to prove your family wrong.

I just don't want to disappoint my sister. I want her to be happy for me.

S-So don't be mad, Tippi...

Please?

I'm just mad that you were hiding stuff from me.

I know you'd never agree to Michael's demands. You just didn't know how to refuse him... I can help with that.

Alright, Tippi. I've never seen you so angry...

Sh-Should we watch a movie together?

*Sigh*...

Sure.

...You want to sneak off the plate with me?

Yeah, babe. After we spend some <i>quality time</i> here, we can go and pack up right away.

Even if that prop girl really does find a way for you to circumvent the exit procedures... how do you expect to avoid the penalty for breaching your contract?

Shooting isn't over yet, and you know Greta. She'll make you pay an arm and a leg!

Who cares about some stupid contract when there's a killer on the loose?!

Dalton's dead, Shelly's dead... how long do you think it'll be before you and I are next?

We both watched and did nothing when Laura died five years ago.

Whether the killer is her lover, her dad, or some self-righteous vigilante, he's clearly after everyone who was involved!

He wants us to repent and pay for what we did!

I can take you away from this awful place, babe. We have our whole future ahead of us.

Ha, how romantic of you.

But since when has your love been so deep?

What?

So even when you were winking at Melanie, and flirting with Anna from stage design and Mila from logistics...

You're telling me you were seriously thinking about spending the rest of your life with me?

D-Does that matter right now?

Of course it does—I'm not going, Michael.

And neither are you.

You know how hard it was to get you a lead role in one of Greta's films? And not just one, but three at once!

Play this right, and you'll be a bona fide Wrankwood movie star!