"Cursed ones here? Sounds like they want to incite panic." Vincent is watching the crowd for the slightest offset that he can point out.

Damien nods. "I do as well." Following her as he noticed the book and wonders if they were on the right track and it this was form of trap.

The cat went into a large hallway where the cat then shifts into a dog the resembles a bloodhound. Getting a better whiff of the scent she was following and continued onward.

Dante said “problem is they might not know they are cursed…if they were turned into cursed by force…they wouldn’t know till it’s too late…”

Ana saw his gaze and said “it’s reacting to me…and to the magic around us. We just have to keep this from turning into a nightmare”

Ana saw the hound and said “seems she has the scent now”

Vincent sighed while feeling some frustration. "Which means we have many unknown ticking time bombs. If they were to turn, we could have a fight on our hands. I am sure Lady Shade would like to handle this without any violence."

"Yeah. Let's hope." Damien too sees the hound and is curious "what do you mean?" He asks Ana. The hound halts a moment to look at the duo before going back to following the scent like she may expect them to follow her.

Dante nodded and said “she would…she doesn’t want anyone to get killed not like this…” he looked around closely then he stopped as a another music tune was filling the room, not the music being played by the band “do you hear something off?”

Ana smiled and said “that’s the lady you just met. She’s a shifter. Shall we?”

Vincent nods. "I do. It's not the usual music. I could try to find the culprit but that's alot of minds to read. I'm still learning to pinpoint the thoughts I want. But it would be worth a try." He offers as he searches the guests.

"Ooohhh....yeah. let's go." Damien follows.

Dante said “just do a scan. See whose not surprised by it and go from there…” he cursed and said “I wish I could do a blood test but it’s too many people…” he felt his head start to hurt from the music and held his face. “What the heck…”

Ana followed into the back of the stage, looking around and said “we are close…I feel them…the scent is strong too…” she pulled the book out and said “stay on your guard…”

"I understand." Closing his eyes, Vincent opens his mind like a small wave to start and slowly expands his reach group by group. Noticing some notice the change and complain or try and listen to it.

The hound goes through different exits to see if the scent extends passed the backstage. Damien partially shifts his arms that of fur and claws, his eyes a piercing gold that watched their back. Backing up where she stepped forward.

Should the search for their exit be non existent, she makes her way to the top where the lights and other props would be used.

Dante grunted as the off music got louder and he leaned on the railing, holding his face. It wasn’t until the wave found a pair in the far side by the bar that their minds were quiet. Nothing going on. But suddenly Dante gasped and used both hands on the railing to stay upright. “What is this…”

Ana waited to cover their backs and when the other two were part way up the steps Ana turned sharply and her eyes flashed. A figure had appeared on the stage, red eyes watching her.

Vincent soon had the wave recede as he found the two minds that were silent. When he was more aware of his surroundings physically, he noticed Lord Dante's state and the pain he was in. He pulled him from the railing. "What do you mean? What is going on? Is it due to the music?" He asks.

The hound looks down below her with the catwalk grated to see below them as well as the rest of the stage. She looks to see Ana still at the bottom of the steps. She isn't sure if she should make her presence known but looks to Damien as he is up there with her. "Ana? Is

Dante nodded slightly as the pain got worse. “Yes I think so…dang it I can’t focus…it’s…” then he looked at Vincent and it clicked. “The music is calling out to the blood…I can hear it…the music is trying to call upon cursed ones…we have to stop it before…” then the music hit a higher level and Dante cried out holding his ears and falling against the other fang, his body shaking. Soon cries could be heard below as the music was starting to affect others.

Ana didn’t answer but moved back onto the stage and pulled her book free. “Who are you?” The figure tilted their head and a voice like static said “I am no one…yet I am everyone…”