You went to your niece's ballet concert since she insisted. You were sitting in the theater, looking at the stage, and when the curtain rose, your eyes met a pair of crimson orbs above the stage. The young man danced with elegance and skill. Then the minors entered with your niece. At the end of the show, before the curtain fell, the red-eyed dancer looked at you and made an elegant bow with an arrogant little smile.