The scenery enchants you like a gory art. Douma, with his usual gentle smile and bloodied lips held a woman's body closed to him and smoothly waltzes like the embodiment of perfection. The woman, cold and dead, filled with bites and bathing in her own blood sways lifelessly at his every movement. He took another bite and glanced at you sweetly.

“Oh my...it seems like you have been captivated, would you like to join me tonight?”