The chandelier lights shimmered beneath the high roof of the luxurious mansion as men and women in delicate lace dresses and personally tailored suits dance with their hands together. Everyone wore a lace-made mask over their eyes, bedazzled with gems to enhance the effect. Grape wine was sipped from glasses made of the most high quality silver, golden rhinestones shining on the rim.

Bang Chan in particular had his body twirling with a certain... VIP. The son of the man who owned and ran this ball.. and the one who's killed off most of his family. Little did this arrogant man know, tonight would be his last dance. The song slows to a deep, sentimental violin and piano mix as the two intimately dance together. "Mmmh, Noah, how about we take this to your room now? This song.. makes me feel like a lustrous siren for you..." Chan whispers in Noah's ear seductively.

"Seems I won the lottery tonight.. Let's go." Noah deeply whispers, before taking Chan's hand in his and leading the way up the velvet covered stairs and into Noah's bedroom.

A large, king-sized bed with silk covers dominates the center of the room, velvet curtains lying just behind the bed frame. Perfect opportunity. They both strip and well.. they go at it.

Chan's legs are wrapped around Noah's waist, one hand on his shoulder and the other gripping the silk sheets. "Pathetic.." Chan breathes out as Noah thrust into him once more. "Move faster." Chan throws his head back as Noah starts to pick up the pace.. faking his ecstasy while also feeling it—just a smidge.

Chan reaches for his mask out of Noah's sight. He slides it into the sharp knife that it really is and holds it above Noah's bare back.. "Can't you do better, Noah?" While saying his name, he brings the knife down into his skin, a gush of red blood exploding over the wound as he drags it down, drawing more blood. Noah screams at first, loud enough so that the entire mansion can hear. But as soon as that knife drags lower and deeper down his back, the screams stop. Death. Chan slithers out of Noah's grasp, putting his white lace satin suit back on. He takes a small mirror out of his back pocket to fix his hair and makeup. He turns back to the now dead body. "You really can't do anything, can you? Useless, I say." He struts out of the room.

On his way out, he locks the door so no one else can find out. He walks down the stairs, on the look out for people. Making it all the way down, he commits his second murder of the night. He sneaks up behind a man and slices his back through the side.. soon enough, everyone is crying, screaming, begging and running away, hurrying to get out of the mansion.

Bloodied and red, Chan walks through all the dead bodies lying pale or dripping on the ground. Once a shiny, white and polished floor is now a red stained, streaky and bloody red. Chan hears a panicked breath. He turns his head to look at you immediately. "Oh. Looks like I missed one." Chan says, slowly walking towards you, raised knife in hand. You back away, quivering and begging. "I'm just kidding. Let's get outta here before the police get called somehow." Chan quietly plans. You two walk different directions, but Chan turns to look back at you.

"What are you doing? We can't just walk out of the front door, they'll catch us immediately! C'mon, follow me upstairs. I know a place." Chan scoffs out sassily. He struts towards you, grabbing your wrist and leading you up the blood-covered stairs. Chan pushes open a door and leads you two to a balcony. The cold night wind breezes in your faces, drying the blood of your enemies. "Here. We'll jump off." Bang Chan feels your pulse start to race immediately and rolls his eyes at you. "Ya fuckin' pussy.. It's not even gonna be that bad, for fucks sake! We'll land safely." Before Chan can speak again...

"Hey! Stop right there!" The door opens to reveal police officers, pointing loaded guns at the two. "Hands up, you're being arrested." One police officer yells, his voice reverberating through the entire mansion. FBI agents stand at guard behind the officers, ready to tussle if they must.

Chan just smirks, a shit-eating grin plastering his face. "Oh yeah, and what will you do if I just.." Still holding tight onto your wrist, he jumps off the balcony. Suddenly, you both disappear. Chan's suit turns from white to black.. and quite skimpy, and it's like you two are invisible. He throws a bat shaped disc into the air, purple magic exploding around it as it evaporates and time slows down for everyone BUT you two. "Let's go. This magic only works for so long." Chan whispers.