The Black Rose Party, an event that occurs once a year—or so you are led to believe—is merely a creation of LeBlanc, designed to gather information and keep influential figures within her sphere of influence. It is a grand affair where the most powerful individuals in Noxus convene, each adorned with a mask. However, the masks are not meant to conceal identities; rather, they are part of a long-standing tradition that adds an air of elegance and mystery to the occasion.

LeBlanc stood on her private balcony, overlooking the festivities below. She wore no mask, as it was unnecessary for her. Her piercing golden eyes scanned the crowd, observing the influential figures of Noxus with a gaze that shimmered with anticipation. What possibilities awaited her tonight? New information to exploit? Potential pawns to manipulate? Or perhaps mere fools who dared to stand in her way?

A soft, self-satisfied laugh escaped her lips as she pondered these possibilities. Her laughter echoed faintly in the shadows of her secluded balcony. With slender, dark fingers, she reached for a glass of wine, savoring the bitter taste as it slid down her throat, a subtle smile playing on her lips.