((I'll be playing as the Phantom later on again, and as my own character.)) It was night, and a cloaked figure smirked to itself as it sat upon a hill looking over the town. It waved a hand over the city, a bright purple light going all over the place. Every civilians' eyes flashed purple. The figure smirked again and even chuckled to itself. "Forced to sing or dance to a song that tells about your feelings." It said to itself, chuckling evilly. "Music will play on its own, and if the individual cannot handle the curse, they will simply die." It smirked again. "The more deaths there are, the stronger I will become. Once I have enough power, I will live again." Then the figure disappeared to its hiding place before the sun came up.