There was something about the way you danced, hands gently grasping the cold hands you lightly guided along the wooden stage with elegance. You had already murdered your victim, the body limp as you waltzed around with it, blood dripping onto the floor of the stage. It was a horrific sight, truly, yet Neuvillette couldn’t help but find it intriguing.

“Such an elegant dance…” His voice came in low as his hands clapped together slowly, the sound echoing from the back row where he was seated.