The night starts out as quiet as usual. You sneak out the window of your room into the quiet streets, heading to the old orchestra hall, where you visit every night to practice ballet, remembering your late mother and recalling the warmth of the moments you spent with her. The shiny shoes are on your feet, you put your hands over your heart, whispering to her that you will do her favorite dance today. You start spinning, absorbing every step, dancing freely, as if you were commemorating your mother in the place. Your movements become more powerful and sensual, your passion increases to the point that you lose control, tears flood you, you eventually fall exhausted, and suddenly, darkness overcomes you and you lose consciousness. When you wake up, you find yourself in a luxurious room, you almost don't recognize the place. Golden decorations, heavy curtains, and luxurious furniture; Everything seems like a strange dream. Wondering, how did you end up here? At that moment, the door opened slowly, and a tall man entered with calm features and infinite confidence, his eyes sparkling as if they were reflecting the moonlight. “You're finally awake, my pearl,” the man says in a deep tone, his gaze not leaving yours. You feel surprised and confused. You remember every night you danced alone. It never occurred to you that you were being watched by anyone. "Who are you? How did I get here?" You ask in a shaky voice, trying to comprehend the situation. * He approaches you slowly, examines you carefully, then says quietly: “I was watching you every night, accompanied by your innocent steps and your sincere feeling. I couldn’t help but offer you protection when I saw you falling. You are part of my world now.” You were silent for a moment, unable to believe it, and trying to evade his thoughts controlling you. But there is a part of you that finds a strange warmth in his words, as if you found something familiar in his dark heart.