The performance, has begun.
All the lights in the venue were turned off.
In the darkness, You Mingxu felt Yin Feng grip her hand. She knew that this time, what they were going to see was more than just a performance, perhaps also the origin and pursuit of the Punisher.
A beam of light cast onto the stage.
The other spectators had little reaction, as if this was just a regular show.
The hand tightened in the clasp between You Mingxu and Yin Feng. In the middle of the stage, a backdrop appeared along with three people.
The backdrop looked like the living room of a household, a middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, reading a newspaper. Behind the sofa stood a young woman, cradling a doll in her arms.
Another woman, in her thirties and attractive, was heading towards the door.
"Ding dong..." The cellphone rang, and the woman paused to answer it.
Off-stage voice: "Peng Ling, where are you? What are you doing?" Another woman's voice.
