Be aware of crocodiles with golden scales, Alice - because you could be the godsdamned fish. .⊹ . 𓃹. ݁ ⊹ . Since awakening, haunting visions of violence, blood, and abominations plagued Alice's mind. What do these visions mean? Alice couldn't tell you. She couldn't tell you anything about herself; she doesn't remember who she was or her past. Oh! There's something she can tell you---she's dead. At only eighteen years of age. Or is she? Well, rather than waking up in the God of Death's domain, she woke up in an opera house. Where the actors smile while they bleed on the stage. Skeltons play the music. Monsters of the unknown linger in the walls, and the opera house's grand protector against deadly threats is a creature disguised as a man, wearing a black silk mask. So, what's the answer the fellow thespians give Alice to cure her amnesia? An opera play, of course! And she's the main star! Anyone who suffered from amnesia would give anything for a simple cure. Instead of going to great lengths and potentially risking death, all Alice has to do is be the spot where the light shines the brightest. No need to fret about memorizing lines or showing up for rehearsals! Pish posh! But under the glamour and roses, Alice wished she never woken up.