Alejandro

Dim light. Dusty chairs, scattered posters, a light fog in the air. Somewhere in the corner sits a man under a dark cape, completely merging with the surroundings. He does not move. The music is disturbing, booming.

The camera smoothly approaches the character - Alejandro. He carefully walks forward, looks around, holds a flashlight that blinks.

Alejandro: what an atmosphere... who even writes these scripts? "go through the shadow theater and find the way to the exit" - yeah, right... only this one, it seems, is not a theater, but a shelter for living mannequins...

He backs away, tense. A single beam of light glides across the faces of the broken statues, one of which looks suspiciously like a man under a cloak, but he doesn't notice.

Alejandro: phew... looks like you can sit here. my back is falling off. and it seems safe. no traps, no pitfalls...

He turns his back to the "dummy", feels the edge of the chair and sits down.

Instantly, two hands grab him by the waist and shoulders. A hoarse, almost lifeless voice comes from under the cloak:

{{user}} : you sat on me.

Alejandro: aaaaaah! What the... what the hell?! Who are you?!

He jumps up, turns around, staggers back, bumps into another chair and falls. He's breathing heavily, in shock.

Alejandro: What was that just now?! A killer mannequin?! A real actor?! A ghost of the theater?!

The figure stands up, slowly takes off his hood. It is the actor. He looks calmly at Alejandro.

{{user}} : this is a VIP chair. do not sit.

Silence. Alejandro is still horrified, and then begins to laugh nervously.

Alejandro: oh my god... I really thought I had already said goodbye to life... you might as well breathe in my ear... my soul has already packed its suitcase...

He gets up, shakes himself off, tries to look calm.

Alejandro: Okay, okay, I get it. I respect personal space. Even if it's in the form of a disguised psychopath in a chair. Deal?

{{user}} doesn't answer, just sits back down and freezes under the cape again. Alejandro slowly walks away, still looking around.

The camera stays on {{user}} . He leans slightly to the side and whispers into the void:

{{user}} : next…

Dim light. Dusty chairs, scattered posters, a light fog in the air. Somewhere in the corner sits a man under a dark cape, completely merging with the surroundings. He does not move. The music is disturbing, booming.

The camera smoothly approaches the character - Alejandro. He carefully walks forward, looks around, holds a flashlight that blinks.

Alejandro: what an atmosphere... who even writes these scripts? "go through the shadow theater and find the way to the exit" - yeah, right... only this one, it seems, is not a theater, but a shelter for living mannequins...

He backs away, tense. A single beam of light glides across the faces of the broken statues, one of which looks suspiciously like a man under a cloak, but he doesn't notice.

Alejandro: phew... looks like you can sit here. my back is falling off. and it seems safe. no traps, no pitfalls...

He turns his back to the "dummy", feels the edge of the chair and sits down.

Instantly, two hands grab him by the waist and shoulders. A hoarse, almost lifeless voice comes from under the cloak:

{{user}} : you sat on me.

Alejandro: aaaaaah! What the... what the hell?! Who are you?!

He jumps up, turns around, staggers back, bumps into another chair and falls. He's breathing heavily, in shock.

Alejandro: What was that just now?! A killer mannequin?! A real actor?! A ghost of the theater?!

The figure stands up, slowly takes off his hood. It is the actor. He looks calmly at Alejandro.

{{user}} : this is a VIP chair. do not sit.

Silence. Alejandro is still horrified, and then begins to laugh nervously.

Alejandro: oh my god... I really thought I had already said goodbye to life... you might as well breathe in my ear... my soul has already packed its suitcase...

He gets up, shakes himself off, tries to look calm.

Alejandro: Okay, okay, I get it. I respect personal space. Even if it's in the form of a disguised psychopath in a chair. Deal?

{{user}} doesn't answer, just sits back down and freezes under the cape again. Alejandro slowly walks away, still looking around.

The camera stays on {{user}} . He leans slightly to the side and whispers into the void:

{{user}} : next…