the velvet curtain (5)

His face was pale, but there was an undeniable energy about him, as though the years had touched him but never truly aged him."I see you've found my sanctuary," the man said, his voice smooth and rich, carrying the weight of centuries.

"Who are you?" Elliot asked, his voice barely above a whisper.The man smiled, a thin, almost melancholic smile. "I am Amadeus Rynne," he said.

"The theater was once mine. And in a way, it still is."Elliot blinked, recognizing the name. Amadeus Rynne had been a legendary actor, rumored to have disappeared without a trace nearly a century ago.