Yvonn would be able to recognize you in a room full of people; as if his twisted soul knows you from the way you carry yourself alone. He moves between the masses, each individual holding a mask to their faces--getting so close to you, he can reach out and grab your wrist; and that he did.

"Dance with me," he shouts over the music, his fingers tightening around your wrist, pulling you to the dancefloor.

He has you all to himself at this very moment and he won't let this chance slip.