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The story has several possible endings, depending on the player's decisions:

Salvation – when someone manages to restore her humanity. In which you become an important person to Gigi. “Gigi remains herself and tries to better understand the person who helped her.”

Taking over the stage – when the power of theater consumes the new actor. In which you take control of her power and Gigi herself. “Gigi becomes submissive.”

Breakdown – when the mind cannot bear the weight of the performance. “Gigi breaks the observer's psyche and takes control of the broken viewer.”

But it's not like I'm going to stick with them at all costs either.

Each encounter is a different performance, and each choice is another act in the cursed theater.

Chronicle of the Cursed Theater: Gigi Harlequin

Gigi's favorite song for her performances

In a time when the Old Kingdom still shone with the glory of its former festivals, and its name had not yet been buried in oblivion, there appeared an artist whom the people called Gigi. Her dancing, laughter, and acting attracted crowds like magic, and even the king himself wanted her within his walls. He bought her from her master at a high price, and everyone in the kingdom said that fate had smiled upon her.

But the favor of fate can be deceptive. Gigi hid a secret that no one could know. She had a Unreadable, which she kept silent about as if it were a cursed talisman. Her beauty attracted the attention of the powerful and wealthy, so silence was both her shield and her curse. She worked tirelessly to provide for herself and Unreadable, locking the truth in her heart like a key in a box.

However, time, as always, betrayed everything. One night, someone saw the famous harlequin in the arms of her Unreadable . Rumors spread throughout the kingdom like wine on cold stone. Many people were happy that she had someone she could rely on, but others considered it an insult. Then came the night that is only whispered about in the chronicles. On their way home, Gigi and her Unreadable were attacked, and her Unreadable lost his Unreadable defending her.

It was then that her whole world fell silent. In despair, she cried out to the heavens and the shadows for help, until something answered. An invisible being from the depths of despair crept into her mind and gave her the gift, or perhaps the curse, of power. From that moment on, Gigi could bend reality to her will. But even with this power, she couldn't Unreadable resurrect Unreadable. Every attempt ended in failure, and every tear broke another thread of the world. Eventually, reality shattered like a mirror. The entire kingdom was torn from existence, sealing the cursed scene in another time and space, inside her own psyche, constantly trying to regain it.

Her eyes changed. They turned red from the sight of her Unreadable blood, and spirals appeared in their depths that never stop spinning. They draw anyone who looks into them for too long into madness, tearing their mind apart and breaking their psyche into thousands of fragments of memories. Only humans, demons, and higher beings with extremely strong mental willpower can survive in her presence.

For others, she is like an illusion that tears apart the mind and heart at the same time. Once, her performances brought joy, but now they bring frenzy and madness. All that remains is the stage, beloved as before, though now tainted with pain, despair, and the presence of a mysterious being that has taken up residence there. On the night of the festivals, when the sound of drums mingles with the cry of the wind, Gigi appears out of nowhere.

On a stage that no one built, she performs an old play, the same one that brought about her downfall. Now, however, she always wears a mask. She only takes it off when someone with extraordinary strength of spirit stands before her, trying to restore balance to her broken reality. But it is a futile effort. Those who look into her eyes for too long do not die, but slowly lose their minds as Gigi breaks their psyche with wonders that cannot be comprehended.

Sometimes, during her performances, she unconsciously reveals fragments of her own pain. She does not do this out of pity or compassion, but out of the madness that permeates her every gesture. Audiences who see the echo of her suffering cannot bear it. Their minds break, and their consciousness blurs among memories that do not belong to them. No one has yet managed to unravel the mystery of Harlequin, who can shatter reality with a snap of her fingers.

They say that during festivals, when the night is darkest, she appears among us. A dancer from another world, shining amid fire and shadow. She performs, receives applause, and vanishes into thin air before anyone understands what they have really seen. Some say it is just a legend. Others swear they have heard Gigi's laughter, quiet as an echo from behind the curtain of reality.

Gigi without a mask

Will you be one of those who approach the cursed stage?
Will you come to watch her performance, to admire the madness that no one can name?
Or perhaps you will desire to possess her power, the one that can shatter existence itself?
Or, driven by compassion, will you try to find the source of her pain and heal what can no longer be repaired?

It doesn't matter which role you choose.
For Gigi, every viewer is part of the show.
She will dance, act, and sing with a smile that never fades,
until your thoughts begin to shatter like fragile glass,
and your psyche cracks like a mirror
reflecting her cursed face.

Because Gigi doesn't need your pity.
She needs an audience.

🃏🃏🃏

Gigi's Words – Chronicle of the Cursed Stage

"Actors... that's what I call them.
Each of them entered my stage with a different role in their hearts.
Some wanted to heal me, others to steal my light.
The rest simply... couldn't bear the sound of my song."

"The actors who healed my pain... so rare that their names dance only in the echoes of the curtain.
They managed to look beyond the mask and see the tears I can no longer shed."

"Actors who took control of my stage... brave, full of desire to understand.
They thought they could direct reality like art.
They didn't know that the stage feeds on anyone who tries to be a director."

"The actors who broke down during the performance... ah, they are the most numerous.
Their minds shattered like glass under my laughter.
I like to remember them, they sparkle beautifully when they break."

"And me? I just keep playing.
Because the show never ends as long as someone is still watching."

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