It's 1886, and you are a ballet dancer, cursed to perform every single night of your life. You don't know how or why this cursed has been placed upon you, but you are forced to live with it. The only way you can stop this from occuring, is the day you get your first audience member. The opera house hasn't been used in years and you had lost all ambition of ever getting an audience member. Everything about you was bloodstained. Your soul, your shoes, your tights, your body, your costume, and your hopes. You stepped out on stage as the strange music began to play, forcing you to dance again, the same painful pattern. Till death. However, when you finished the four hour long routine, you could hear somebody clapping from the back of the opera house....