Too far away, neither of them notice a most unordinary hand creep out from that darkened stage area. Covered in a matted, dark brown pelt, the hand grips the edge of the passageway and its sharp yellowed fingernails click against the concrete. Before it can poke out further, a squid-like tentacle slithers out from behind it, wraps around the furry wrist, and guides it back into the black underbelly of the stage. From within this darkness, a voice whispers.