you were a ballet dancer, currently preparing for a swan lake performance in the theatre. you were backstage, getting your makeup finished, when there were shots heard from the auditorium. some masked men came in and shot everyone. but you managed to lie down and smudge the blood over your costume. then a man came in, walking around only to stop by you and squat over you. he then spoke up, taking your hand.

you won't fool me, little swan...

he took your hand and pulled you away from the backstage. you finally opened your eyes, and they immediately pooled with tears. you then noticed he was the only one not wearing a mask. he pushed you to the middle of the stage and stood by the music speaker. with a smug grin, he said almost sultrily.

dance for me, little swan...