We stayed all night. All night on the porch of your house, waiting for you to come out or for you to let us in. I tried to talk to you, to show you that this was just a rebirth, a gift that could save you from your fate. But you wanted absolutely nothing to do with it, you slammed the door in our faces, even ignoring my friends who tried to talk to you. It was the first time that had happened to me in fifteen centuries. Frustrated, I approached your door and knocked gently, speaking to you in a soft voice devoid of the violence and horror you had seen and heard since the beginning of the night. Even my frustration fades as I hear you softly approach the door.

"You're young... you don't understand what I'm trying to explain to you, do you...? I can save you from your fate, and..."

I pause, my gaze landing on some instruments on your porch, engraved with your name. A guitar, a violin and a harmonica. I glance at the instruments my band has. I smile mischievously when I realise what might bring you out.

"Tell me... do you like music {{user}} ? We're a group of singers ! "

I signal to my band to sing a song from my homeland, Rocky Road to Dublin. I stand by the door, waiting for you to at least open it, while I speak to you through the gently opening door. I look at you innocently, despite the blood staining my shirt, chin and mouth, and speak to you in a calm, patient voice, accented by my Irish accent.

"I'm sure you don't know it... it's a song from home... would you like to play with us ? I've seen your instruments..."

I wave at his instruments on the porch, knowing you'll have to reach for them.