Arthur slowly descended from the third floor of the theater, his hard boots making a faint creaking sound on the old wooden stairs, as if conveying his current mood.
The walls on both sides of the staircase were adorned with various hand-painted, lavish theater posters, their vivid colors starkly contrasting with his present state of mind. Arthur's thoughts were heavy and complex, his brow clouded and his heart burdened with unresolved concerns.
He lowered his head, his gaze following his footsteps, as if each step was in contemplation of the arrangement of fate. Ever since entering this bustling theater, his heart had been plagued by an inexplicable anxiety.
As he passed the second floor's resting area, the cheerful laughter there seemed so distant. Carefree university students were making a ruckus in a private box, drawing disapproving glances from some early audience members.
