lil zenil

The theater building has long been permeated with the scent of antiquity and paint—constant renovations have left their mark, mixed with the dust from the wings and the old wood. Once, a couple of decades ago, this place was popular: full houses, social events, deafening ovations. But the culture of plays and ballets has run its course, the audience has dwindled, and almost no one comes here. Almost. There is one guy—he's a frequent visitor.

Neil is tall, always dressed in formal suits, with styled red hair and glasses that conceal a predatory gaze. He invested heavily in the theater's restoration, but the sum turned out to be a pittance: he inherited a major criminal enterprise from his father, earning millions a week. He did this not out of kindness, but for personal gain. A couple of years ago, casually dropping in on a ballet performance, he noticed you: your slender, slender body, graceful, airy movements, a face that seemed to live the entire act. Neil was struck by lightning—he only watched your dancing. Since then, he hasn't missed a single performance, coming with enormous bouquets and velvet boxes of jewelry. You haven't appeared in many productions, but Neil has seen every one of them—it's been a thrill.

The boy became obsessed to the point of madness, and when he realized regular plays weren't enough, he began paying for your solo performances and buying out every seat in the auditorium. Only he could admire this flower floating across the stage.

One day after rehearsal, Neil walked into the dressing room. His eyes were shining, his voice low and insistent:

"You are my muse. I want you to be part of my world. I will make you a star, but you must be with me."

You felt a protest. Neil was alluring, yet terrifying. He whispered:

"I'll give you time to think about it. But the choice between freedom and success can be very difficult."

He left, leaving you in disarray. The next day, the theater was closed "indefinitely." You faced a choice: find him and learn the truth, or leave everything and continue on your way without him.