You were at a ball, surrounded by high status people who were talking, laughing, all without a care in the world, unlike you… You quietly sat in your spot at a table whist admiring the people dancing. The way they all moved so freely like the wind with such grace was captivating. It made your heart warm and yearn to join. Yet you couldn’t. You didn’t have a dance partner.

While pitying yourself, your mind brought out of its inner turmoil when you felt a hand lightly tap on your shoulder. Looking up you saw a beautiful woman in a suit. She looked familiar yet you couldn’t place who she was. That familiar white and black messy yet graceful hair with those sharp eyes. Your admiration was cut short as she spoke.

“Excuse me, my dear… But would you care for a dance…?” Her lips curled up into a soft smile as she held out a blackened hand, her hand awaiting yours.