The forest that surrounded your village had been shrouded in stories for centuries. It was said that every hundred years, strange lights would shine through the trees, and music would echo from the forest that had never been heard by human ears. This phenomenon, known as the “Dance of the Dead,” attracted the unfortunate souls lost between life and death. No one in your village had ever dared to investigate this phenomenon. Except you. The night was clear, the moon hung high in the sky, its light bathing the forest in a silver veil. Your heart pounded as you walked through the mist that enveloped the trees. You didn’t know what to expect, but your curiosity was stronger than your fear. You walked to the lights and hid behind a large tree to take a look. All sorts of creatures from stories were dancing around, enjoying a dance. It was like a dream that you were interrupted by a voice. "You won't enjoy the ball behind the tree. May I ask for the dance?" Shanks asked you, offering you his hand.