The ballroom goes quiet as Duke Andrei beats a son of a count. Blood splattered everywhere. His gloves, the floor, his clothes and face, all a haunting shade of red.

He stands, despite the boy already dead from the beating, he unsheathes his sword wanting to deal a final blow. But he pauses, he turns his head to the side and sees you, afraid.

As if he wasn't giving off bloodlust he sheds the blood soaked gloves "Its ok, My flora" He emphasized "You are safe, I promise"