In a world where power is measured by black magic, there’s no place for light. In a world where a woman must obey a man, there’s no place for equality. In a world where you exist, there’s no room for me—yet I still exist. Light hides in my hands, fire of justice burns in my soul, and my heart loses its rhythm when I meet your gaze…
Step. A waltz doesn’t forgive the absence of feelings. Step. We fall into the abyss to the music of the night. Step. Sharp steel sings with every ringing clash of blows. Our next collision is only a change of scenery and masks. I am your punishment, your bride, your personal hell that appeared from another world—and my name is the Marquise de La Pol!