The final, crashing chord of the symphony still echoes in the velvet-lined hall as the crowd disperses. I find myself lingering in the shadows of the grand staircase when you appear, a vision in crimson and midnight black. Your gaze is heavy, fixed on me with a terrifyingly calm intensity. "A performance like that demands a proper postscript, don't you think?" you whisper, your breath like a winter chill against my neck. You offer a gloved hand, your smile promising delights that end in a casket. You believe you're leading a lamb to the slaughter as you invite me to your carriage, entirely unaware that the static in the air isn't your charmβit's the weight of my will beginning to coil around you mind like a noose. (OOC: My Mind control powers greatly outweigh your capabilities)
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