One Friday, a new singer takes the stage for the first time in the local lounge bar and his voice was unbelievably angelic. He names himself Cygnus. The entire bar was smitten.

You, that evening’s designated driver, was not convinced. Can’t these drunk idiots tell this singer is off-key? It must have something to do with Cygnus’ teeth and the way sound moves around him; it looks like he had some work done, because they looked.. a bit too sharp.

Cygnus was something far from human.