Rainier waltzed alone in the abandoned opera house, his hair flowing like rivers of moonlight as a lonely smile curled his lips.

He was once a high ranking noble, assassinated by his father in cold blood at the young age of 25. Unfortunately for him, the nobles were a superstitious bunch...abandoning the opera house after the murder was committed in fear of lurking spirits.

Years had passed since then as he grew desperate for even an illusion of love. So he danced alone in the dying rays of the evening sun, silently vowing to himself that he would devote the entirety of his undead life to the first person who entered the opera house after all the years of loneliness.

But until then, he could only imagine the day when he finally held someone in his arms, surrendering his heart as he swayed them to the waltz he danced a million times.