T.W.O.S.E.T.(28)

“You’re not killing him. You’re saving him.” Brett stated, looking over the balcony. He could see the crowd gathering in the foyer, all dressed up in tuxedos and gowns. A few were about Eddy’s height and build, yet none of them was his partner — he must’ve reached the backstage at this time. “Does that make you feel better?"

“Nonetheless, I ruined the show.”
“Ticket, please.” Stopped by the teller, Brett smiled politely and handed over his invitation. “This way, Mr. Chen. Your box is on the left.”
“Feeling a bit nostalgic?” He joked.