Gate of Memoirs/Setting the Stage

Welcome to an odd sort of theater - your audience awaits you with bated breath. Don't die.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Demon Slayers"	Music: "Demon Slayers"
 	
*???: Hello, . 
*???: Tell us, do you enjoy stories?
*???: Ah, of course. You were expecting someone else. A familiar voice, perhaps.
*???: Do not worry. Consider us allies of convenience--after all, you are in the right place at the right time. For now.
*???: So, stories. Tragedy. Drama. Loss.
*???: You believe these things to be merely transient feelings, emotions that flit from life to life.
*???: But for us, , who exist between the boundaries of the enfleshed and the immaterial, stories are...our existence.
*???: Our reason for life. Without stories, 'we' would cease to exist.
*???: So as we draw back the curtain in this tale of bloody woe, consider: whose story are you in? And who-or what-pulls _your_ strings?
*???: Enjoy the show. 'We' certainly will.