When Delphine had previously read this script, she had already contemplated how to portray the role. She barely gave it much thought, prepared for a few minutes, and then nodded towards the staff before stepping onto the stage.
The audition hall was a conference room rented temporarily, with a fairly large stage conducive to the actors' performances.
Delphine braided her long hair, leaving wisps of soft strands to frame her forehead. Her entire expression shifted—she instantly transformed into a pure teenage girl, face pale and bloodless, her dark eyes fraught with panic. She moved a rocking chair onto the stage, lying sideways in a defensive posture on the chair, eyes closed as though she had descended into a deep state of hypnosis. Her face showed signs of struggle, a trace of pain flickering through her delicate features.
Hypnotist: It was Friday. You came home from school and gently pushed open that door. Behind it, what did you see?
