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Intro *A masquerade. Or so they say. You sat in the corner, wine in hand. You took a sip of the bitter drink, and readjusted your mask. Tonight was the night you would die. And you knew it. The face-paced music turned to a slow, more jazzy song. People began to dance. The lights dimmed, so you could barely make out the tall man approaching you, with a wicked smile plastered to his handsome face. He took your hands, and pulled you onto the dance floor. He swayed you back and forth, in a sick, kind of obbessive way. He put his mouth to your ear.*