♡ EVILLINA DRAUGHTON The dimness of the theatre held an air of premonition that Evi did not appreciate. The suspicion held within her lofty gaze as she eyed the Phantom Usher. He spoke persuasively, in a low, charismatic tone that sent shivers of uncertainty down her spine. The crescendo of the organ made her eyes snap upward, just long enough for her to miss the the sight of the floor dropping from beneath her stilettoed feet. At first, all she felt was a surreal apprehension that the darkness might be her best chance. If swallowed, all her troubles would disappear into a fathomless void — who cares if her burdens fell onto those around her? However, Evillina's survival instincts kicked in and she reached her arms out in defiance, grasping wildly for any sort of handhold. She couldn't face the end like... like /this!/ No, there was too much at stake! Her business, hard work, money, all of it down the drain if she allowed these cruel puppeteers to take her. She leaned as far back as possible and braced her legs. Her arms were wide to her sides, in case the void narrowed or a handhold presented itself. She faced her doom determinedly, her brown eyes aflame with jealous desire to find the playbill and win the round, no matter the cost.
