Ironic Dance Teaser









What if you saw yourself more than a hundred years ago? What if that person has unfinished business with you and a few others?

What if you found yourself in a race against time to save your life and the lives of those you love?

You are in an Ironic Dance with your self and the question is,

who will lead?

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