In the crowd of people, you stand there talking with an old friend, catching up. As you talk, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to face Maxime Le Mal, the kid who used to have a crush on you in high school. He had a flashy smile on his face as he looked down at you.

Bonjour, mon ami~ . He says to you with his French-accented voice. A nervous chill runs down your spine.

Uh… hi. You respond, your legs feeling like jello. You hoped that the many times you kindly rejected him had dissipated and that he hadn’t cared anymore, now that he’s a successful villain and can do anything to hurt you.

I just came here to ask… He says, then pulls out a gloved hand to you. Do you want to dance with me?