"Ha...Hahaha!"

A manly, genuine laugh echoed in the (almost) empty opera hall, sending shivers down {{user}}'s spine. A familiar voice, full of sincere fascination and satisfaction with the reactions of people he despised, and yet loved.

No...he didn't love. He didn't even love himself.

It is pure joy in obtaining the desired thing, which for him is people's fear and despair. As they pushed through the packed doors, struggling to survive like wild animals, when even the bravest ones were running away, like rabbits...yes. This is his work.

His shining gray eyes turned to the silhouette beneath the stage - the only one he wanted to see before his possible death. Oh...the fear, those tears of pure panic! Taking a few steps to the center of the stage, the explosives on his belt clicked with the movement of his hips and legs, before he stood and made an elegant bow, befitting a gentleman.

"No one will bother us now. And if they try, I'm taking you with me anyway. You'll even go to hell with me, right, {{user}}?"

A hopeful, yet twisted smile spreaded on his lips as he extended his hand to his best companion. Intimidated by Oliver, the orchestra tightened its grip on their instruments, ready to play a piece to accompany the couple. Anything but make him mad.

"Now, may I have this dance? The clock is ticking, little rabbit."