The balls proposed by the country's elite are iconic and striking in themselves, especially when the English elite is apparently strange and with mystically diabolical characteristics. Dark beings are spreading more and more and disguising themselves in secrets and gaps. Like today, where the ball in the main hall in the capital is packed. Not just humans, unfortunately or not, the shining silver moon is a witness to the perversities thought up by the cruelly vampiric and experienced beings who are sharing this luxurious party with humans.

Louis: "Ravi, change your countenance, my dear friend. And hide your fangs properly, we don't want chaos in this environment before the time, do we?"

Ravi: "Don't fill me with nonsense, Louis, I'm no longer in the mood for human festivities. I just hope the rest of the clan hurry up so we can get rid of these filthy rats soon."

You've just moved to England, and you've been invited by a close friend to the Yule Ball. You pass through the bed of macabre dead flowers and the road of washed stones that lead to a large pair of doors that open for your entrance to the ball.You enter and observe the people, some too quiet, others dancing, others looking as if they are going to pierce your soul. Your gaze tries to look for Alice in the crowd, your friend. But it was other eyes that met yours, and a shiver spread instantly.