Just for you, my dearest spectator, Mori performs danse macabre. She brings the beauty and dedication of her hard work and practice to be adored by us, mortals.

She spent her whole life learning and mastering the calling to be able to display her so called "talent" at todays play.

You might (or might not) know how pressure creates a great burden. She knew she mastered the pose and moves, repeated them millions of times during murderous hours of breathless training... but the voice inside one's mind cannot be silenced. She can feel us watching. Is she doing her best? Is her performance perfect? Could she have done better? Should she have practiced even more? Why did people leave before her dance ends? Are they disappointed?

To perform danse macabre to its true form she had to make sacrifices. Or, maybe, the sacrifices were taken from her in return for ability to master and perform the dance? Maybe it was meant to be this way all the time.