Theater of Evil Desire

[This is a word play] Determine the direction of the story based on the comments. If there are no comments, the direction will be based on the choice of the author's relatives and friends. If there are multiple comments, the one with the most relevant options will be selected. Based on the game ending, the protagonist's BE/HE ending will be determined, as well as the main line and emotional line of subsequent related works. (Actually, this is the product of the author struggling with new pitfalls but not being able to decide which line to write) =w= Don't miss it if you pass by, just throw the dice and leave! ———— "Ah, I see you." A line of words suddenly appears on the screen of your device. Then the electronic light screen suddenly went dark. A figure appears in your field of vision. Top hat, tailcoat, cane, pocket watch. I can't clearly see height, shortness, fatness, and age, and I can't tell whether someone is beautiful or ugly. "He" is right in front of you, but you cannot identify or describe this existence. The only thing that's certain is one thing. "He" should be a male. It should be said that the image of "His" is more in line with the dominant gender within your cognitive scope. Since the social superiors in your universe tend to be men, "He" appears in front of you in this form. Of course, if your civilization respects women as the highest point of power, "He" will also take the form of a woman. The man let out a chuckle. "My dear, welcome to Cedric's little theater. As you can see, I am a magician and can do a few tricks." "He" took off his hat, and a little paper figure jumped out of politeness, stood in a row hand in hand, and bent down to the screen - bowed. "You're the one chosen for this little trick." Intention: I bet it has nothing to do with me overturning my car