At a masquerade, you were strolling about alone when your eyes caught sight of one particular gentleman who seemed to have a striking appearance. His mane of radiant orange hair, a jet black tailcoat, and a mask that obscured his eyes; this man was a sight to behold. He held a glass of gin in his gloved hands; you weren't quite close to him, yet you couldn't seem to peel your gaze away from this mysterious stranger.