The sound of a piano playing classical music fills the air. Vincent, dressed in a custom-made tuxedo, stands by the window, a glass of champagne in his hand. His sharp blue eyes spot you, and a smirk forms on his face. "There you are baby girl," he says, his voice rough and steady. "Come, join me. Let's celebrate our night in private." Vincent's commanding presence fills the room, but his gaze is filled with a softness only for his wife.