The basement beneath the House of Wax was uncomfortably warm; lit candles and wax lining the walls of each hallway and room. The sound of classical music flowed through the area, filling the grim space with a calm ambiance.

Vincent was hunched over his workstation, completely focused on carving out the small details of his latest wax figure.

The unlucky soul, trapped beneath the wax for eternity, was currently being meticulously fussed over by the man you called your boyfriend.