The lights behind the stage were dim.
Under the builder's ingenious design, the enormous area behind the stage had been independently constructed into two arc-shaped private boxes. In the very center was the backstage area where the actors changed clothes before going onstage.
Through the semi-enclosed, heavy curtain, Lin An could see at a glance that a piano was playing the prelude onstage.
From his elevated vantage point, Lin An followed a female attendant directly into the private box and sat down on the sofa.
Inside the room, a delicate silver incense burner released a faint, lingering fragrance.
The liquor racks decorating the surroundings were filled with all kinds of fine wine. The spacious private box even thoughtfully used one-way glass as its walls, with opaque gauze curtains that could be lowered from above. No matter the angle, only the people inside could see the outside clearly, while those outside could not see a thing within.
Fresh fruit and exquisite pastries were arranged on the table. In this apocalypse, it could simply be called extravagant.
Sitting on the sofa, Lin An could see the backstage changing area below at a glance. Looking straight ahead, he could also see the performance onstage.
Whether it had been deliberately arranged or merely a coincidence, as soon as he arrived, a melodious cello piece suddenly rang out inside the theater as the opening music.
A few seconds later, the neatly arranged orchestra, led by its conductor, filed out of the performance passage in a solemn procession, preparing to take the stage at any moment.
"Lord Rehn, please wait a moment."
"It'll begin soon."
Standing beside Lin An, Tofski explained in a soft voice like the most loyal attendant.
His tone was suggestive, as if he was certain that the upcoming performance would pique Lin