In the desolate theater, Bologue stood beneath the stage, trying to discern Kedening's features. But Kedening was seated on the stage, turned away from the light, his face obscured by makeup, like a shadowy mask.
"I like this story, the kind where the confusion between identity blends and blurs boundaries, leading to chaos and conflict, a gradual descent into madness in the sharp contradictions… the story,"
Bologue leaned against the stage, expressing his own thoughts about the story.
Kedening was slightly surprised. This audience member was quite familiar, and his words were intriguing. Kedening had heard enough flattering words; such insightful analysis was rare.
This made him more patient with Bologue.
"But I think the best part is Bart's self-remorse,"
Bologue raised an eyebrow, feeling that attending this performance was the best decision he'd made recently.
