Snow White and Twelve Sinners

3. Before the Act

Author's note:

Here's Ryoshu's abbreviation before you jump into the fanfic.

A.I.D: Appealing Individual Dress

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Don whistled when she saw the building. "Wow, what a huge lodging!"

Heathcliff was frowning. "Are we sure we're in the right place?"

It was the day of the performance. The sinners had arrived at Caramel Theatre. They did not expect the theatre to be part of an entertainment company. There were multiple rooms on different floors for producing entertainment media, a gym, a cafeteria, a pool and many facilities.

Rodion gasped. "Oh my God! Gregor, did you see the person that just came out?"

The glasses man was puzzled. "Uuuh.... Am I supposed to recognise them?"

"Come on! That person appears in the movie! The one that jumped from a helicopter!"

Sinclair gulped down his saliva. "Oh, no... I get nervous..."

They came to the reception area to confirm their identity as actors. The receptionist gave each of them an identification card. They then used the lift to visit the theatre on the third floor. Dante remained quiet while the sinners talked about how excited they were. The Bus Manager could not shake the strange sensation coming from that place.

When they arrived at the theatre, a man waved his hand and greeted them. "Ah, you must be the replacement actors! Welcome! My name is Jimmy. I am the director of Caramel Theatre."

The director was a man in his mid-twenties. He wore a long coat with a leopard print, a pink shirt, white trousers, black loafers and a leather belt. His dirty blonde hair slicked back. He wore black sunglasses and stared at the female sinners with a grin. That man shook Dante's hand while speaking in a bogus manner. "We are so happy to have you here! You have no idea how delightful I was! Finally, new actors to replace the old ones!"

"Huh? What happened to the previous members?" Hong Lu questioned innocently. The director was annoyed and shifted the topic. "Anyway, you guys must be tired. Let me show you your waiting room."

Jimmy led them to the room for celebrity. Everyone was pleased with the place. It was spacious and lavish, with a couch, fridge, and vanity table to do make-up. Don's eyes were swelling with tears. "Such a palace for us?"

"Of course. Enjoy the room. I'll see you on stage!"

Jimmy fled away from them. It was clear that he avoided them on purpose. Ryoshu stopped smoking and glared in disgust. "I don't like that man. He is F. A. D."

Sinclair translated her words for the rest of the team. "Fake Art Director? Well, he does not look reliable..."

"He was gaudy." Gregor agreed with Ryoshu. "The way he stares at the girls was creepy."

"You notice it too?" said Ishmael. "Honestly, I hold my urge to slap that man."

Rodion shouted at them. "Guys, check out the fridge! You think we can take all of these foods?"

Heathcliff dashed to Rodion's side. "Do we need permission? Just grab everything!"

While Rodion and Heathcliff were raiding the fridge, someone knocked on their doors. Meursault opened the door and saw some make-up artists standing in front of the room. They carried a set of make-up on a cart.