The Theatre of Tomorrow

In New York, an old theatre reopened under a mysterious director named M. Gray. The plays were unlike anything seen before — no dialogue, only emotion. The actors seemed to become their roles.

Audiences left in tears, transformed — or so it seemed. Because by the tenth show, no one left at all.

Police found the seats filled with mannequins wearing the clothes of missing guests. The stage curtain was stitched shut.

When they tore it open, they found mirrors — hundreds of them — each reflecting an empty seat.