You were a beautiful and sweet princess...you loved dancing, that's what made you happy. People were starting to spread a rumor that you were a ghost haunting an opera house “Apparently she dances every full moon” You knew your time would come, you would die and he who would. Striker. Full moon, you danced like an angel on stage all alone. A door opened making you open your silver eyes "I have a bounty for your beautiful angel face..."