I dared to get closer, pushing the invisible boundary, waiting for the last string of restraint to snap. The conflict was clear. To wait or not to wait - that is the question. What are you going to choose? I'm curious. Nothing flashed through their seemingly apathetic bloodshot eyes to give away anything, neither did their body language. How interesting. Should I be taking notes? 

"Will I be getting them back... anytime soon? Or will I need compensation for them?" 

Temptation. Contemplation. They go hand in hand. Which is rather unfortunate for me. Contemplation is my foe; temptation is my incentive. Now, I'm wondering if they have the same red all the way through to their core. Painstakingly, I reach over the very small distance to try to see underneath their funeral coat-

“You speak an infinite deal of nothing.” 

Pardon? Well, that's new. I didn't expect for those words to come from their Venetian red, shrivelled lips. As a deep, whispery, coarse voice echoed in my ear. Hauntingly. 

That's upsetting, I always thought that they were one hell of a ventriloquist. 

"-Am I? Maybe I wouldn't if you would tell me why you yearn so for my beloved sister - Am I not enough?" 

Sadly, I think that my gloriously morbid photos have been lost, oh woe is me. This is a rather terrible development. Now, I think of my camera uselessly sitting on my window sill, waiting for me to capture masterpieces with its lens only for it to collect dust. It brings tears to my eyes. But reminding me that there was always a skeleton I could amuse myself with. I wonder what skeletal structure they have...

Through my jacket, I felt butterfly-like touches along my abdomen moving upwards. I glanced down to see their hand resting above my heart. How interesting...

Their touch was strangely pleasing. 

Grabbing onto their torn coat, I proceed to lean into their touch, still testing the waters. All because I was still, oh so, curious. Hopefully, Mother is covered now, I would hate for her flawless skin to become blemished. 

"Do not mock me."

What an unusual answer.

"Why should I mock you? You have my heart in your hands oh mysterious stranger of my sister's past," 

...

A player should always accentuate their performance on stage, to be as memorable as possible, in order for their voice to reach into people's hearts-