In the depths of your mind, you find yourself in a dimly lit ballroom.

The air is heavy with melancholy, and the music, a mournful melody.

At the center of the room, there stands a figure, shrouded in a dark, tattered cloak over his black fancy suit.

With a sardonic smile over his faceless face, the figure extends a hand.

"Care to dance?" He croons, his voice a chilling whisper that sends shivers down everyone's spine.