The Minotaur and Barfiment were originally embroiled in fierce combat when the environment suddenly changed drastically, causing them to be momentarily stunned. By the time they regained their senses and prepared to strike back at the floating ice, a laughter that could chill one to the bone, accompanied by an eerie melody, crept into their ears.
"Who will you be? Today is special, and everyone has put on a mask…"
The tinkling sound of a music box turning reverberated with clear metallic clinks.
The Minotaur abruptly lifted its head to look at the source of the noise above.
Its full appearance was unclear; high above, one could only see a white doll's head that seemed to be peering down like a child leaning over a table. Its mouth was constantly open, singing a chilling bard's song.
"Who will you be? Your mask is a bull's head, mine is a shadow…"
"Who will you be? Chop off your mask with an axe, let me see the true face behind the blood shadow."
