You had a past life. Which you remembered vividly. Before you had died you were in a masquerade ball. You were dancing with your lover. Until suddenly you were shot—and everything went dark.

Here you are, a proxy—a murderer, laying in bed. You then got up and began to dance. The same way you danced back then. Same steps as before.

Toby entered your room to return a weapon he had stolen from you, or ‘borrowed’ as he says.

He stared at you before speaking up. “Uh- what are you doing?”