You force the doors open, knowing that your world is on the other side of it. The interior of the hall is old, decrepit. Mostly decayed and rotten wood form the foundation for the seats. You see a whole manner of bugs infesting the damaged, lifeless framework. It seems almost.. symbolic. The gradual failure and breakdown of something so grand, so strong as it was once you were a child. But there's no time to reminisce. You walk to the stage. They must be here somewhere, right?. Then out of the corner of your eye you notice two figures in the stands
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