Scene 1 – Damour’s Scream
The darkness of night cloaked the city like a suffocating shroud, swallowing every glimmer of light and silencing every sound — except for the whispering breath of the wind weaving through the trees.
Outside the chalet, Damour stood tall and imposing, the very embodiment of night’s dominion. His eyes glowed with a deep crimson gleam, his face stripped of clear features, and his chest rose and fell with the calm rhythm of a predator awaiting its prey.
He raised his hand toward the sky, as though proclaiming the beginning of a blood ritual, then let it fall slowly — and the air itself seemed to tremble, as if the night had bowed to his command.
Inside, Magda sat before a cluttered table, her hands moving swiftly over molds of plaster, crafting new masks with anx
