A celebration, filled with lies and gossip of the rich. All of them dressed up in their best wear, and covering the true hideousness of their lives behind a masquerade mask. Oh, how their smiles disgust you.

The bells in ballroom have chimed. The masquerade had begun. The band playing their best songs they had, yet, you were alone. However, you noticed him. A mask of purple and silver, and a suit of the finest material. He was alone as well. He should make do.