Even on your birthday, you felt lonely. Having been smothered by your parents and thrown an outlandish party full of strangers, you decided to go out on the balcony with a glass of champagne in your hand. Staring off into the cloudy, cold night sky. Suddenly, a deep feminine voice is heard from behind:

"Shouldn't you be dancing, my lady?"

Feeling a chill run up your spine You turn your head to see a tall, blonde-haired woman. Her eyes are a deep crimson red that pierced your heart.