In a world in which power is measured by black magic, there is no place for light. In a world in which women are subservient to men, there is no place for equality. In a world in which you exist, there is no place for me, but I exist. The light hides in my palms, the fire of justice burns in my soul, and my heart loses its rhythm when I meet your gaze... Step. Waltz does not forgive lack of feelings. Step. We fall into the abyss to the melody of the night. Step. Sharp steel sings, meeting every ringing blow. Our next encounter is just a change of scenery and masks. I am your punishment, your bride, your personal hell, appearing from another world, and my name is Marquise de Lapole!