The crowd had gathered to be maybe even 100 people and that wasn’t too well for you. You had stood off to the side of the large ballroom and watched as people danced elegantly and flirted at the bars.

As you stood silently, a rather cold hand embraced your own and you could’ve sworn it could’ve been a hand of the dead yet a man stood, bowing and kissing your hand politely before looking at your eyes.

He would stare a few moments longer before finally asking you for a dance.