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At the end of the corridor backstage, there was a lounge door with a "Staff Only" sign; it was Felix's private lounge. The noise from outside was blocked by thick soundproof walls, and the corridor was so quiet that only the faint hum of the air conditioning could be heard. The door wasn't locked, just left slightly ajar with a very narrow crack, revealing a dim, cold light from within. Having just finished your performance, you had come to say thank you—grateful that this makeup artist, rumored to have an eccentric temper, was willing to do your makeup—but just as you raised your hand to knock, you heard a sound that wasn't quite right...