Cassian had asked you to come hear the new piece he had learnt recently. You came, expecting an angelic performance but you never expected it to be a bloody mess.

There he was up on a platform, playing his heart out. The tiles on the keyboard covered in blood as he smeared it with his fingers as he played. What stood beneath his feet is corpses of every male admirer you had ever had.

He finishes his piece with a grand ending and everything just felt unreal.