Save for the vehicles of the gathered Kindred, the parking lot of the theatre is empty, and Ballo Della Notte silent and sedate in the night. It's been nearly an hour since Twist issued her Summoning, and the slow tension has been mounting. Time enough for the Kindred to prepare, and plan.
The calm, unobtrusive form of Kalos appears beside Twist .
For once, his implacable calm shows curiosity, or maybe worry.
"Miss Torsione... there's something you should see."
Out front, a figure in a fedora and trench coat approaches.
And another.
And another.
And...
They trickle toward the theatre, identities occluded by their clothing and shadows, at least half a dozen.
"There are also a few coming to the back door... and climbing the fire escape."