[Spotlights turn on. On stage, Morgana holds a sparkling whip. César is tied to a wooden chair, struggling like crazy. Audience of RR “ghost readers” sits in total silence.]

  Morgana: Good evening, my little RR ghosts! ?? Tonight’s special is about our author… and of course, I’ll be the one presenting it.

  César: Mercy, young writer! Why this shameless witch? I am the representative of the light!

  Morgana: Quiet.

  [CRACK! Whip lashes. Audience laughs.]

  Morgana (smiling): Our author is a young Brazilian, stubborn and dreamy. He’s already published six volumes in Brazil ?? and now he’s stepped into the shadows of Royal Road.

  César: The light! They are legionaries of the light!

  [CRACK! Whip.]

  Morgana: Light, shadow… who cares? What matters is that he has the guts to put himself out there.

  Morgana (walking across the stage, glancing at the ghost audience): This writer is crazy about fantasy, family drama, and redemption. He loves to see the ordinary challenge the impossible… and become a legend nobody believed in.

  César (shouting): He is a disciple of honor! Not this chocolatinho you try to corrupt!

  Morgana: Charming chocolatinho, you mean.

  [CRACK! Whip. Audience bursts out laughing.]

  Morgana (winking): And you know what else? He was doubted, underestimated. They said he’d never make it. But he didn’t quit. Even tired, beaten by life, on the edge of giving up… he kept going. Every fall made him stronger. Every defeat made him tougher. ??

  César (trying to break free from the ropes): That I confirm! He is worthy, he is light—

  Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

  [Lights flicker, bell sound.]

  Morgana: Shut up, César. I’m the one telling the story.

  Morgana (laughing): And in less than a month here, he already saw the story’s potential. Potential to become a manhwa… and maybe even an anime! Imagine it: The Return of the Failure on screen, and me looking even more gorgeous in full color!

  César: Never! If it’s up to me, your lust will not cross into the screens!

  Morgana: Relax, soldier boy. You’ll look good in HD too.

  [Ghost audience remains silent.]

  Morgana: And you, shameless ghost readers who keep reading without commenting? ?? You know I love that mysterious vibe of yours…

  César (exploding): Step into the light, legionaries! Comment! Leave stars! Don’t hide!

  Morgana: CRACK! Whip! — Ah, I love it when he freaks out.

  Author: Guys, I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Each one of you is part of the Décima, part of the Legionnaires. You are the future house of combat that will terrify the South. Thank you for sticking with me. ??

  Morgana: Handsome, charming, persistent. I told you.

  César: This is a narrative hijack! I had a proper speech ready!

  [César manages to free one hand, standing up, emotional.]

  César: Young writer, I solemnly swear: you are an honorable disciple of the light, a true legionary, and—

  [“CUT” sign flashes. Microphone shuts off. Audience applauds.]

  César: What?! They cut my time?! Corrupt director! You only stare at that witch’s hips and chest and ignore my brilliance!

  Morgana (with a mischievous smile): That’s it, my loves. Thanks for reading so far. The next special… maybe I’ll let César present.

  César (desperate): It’s a vow, young writer! A vow of light!

  Morgana: We’ll see, soldier boy… we’ll see.

  [Curtain closes. Laughter and applause fill the background.]

  End of the Special.