Native was chilling as he leant against a wall. 'What a boring day', he thought. He checked his pocket watch. 14:00. Four more hours until the ball. Oh, how he loved the balls. Well, he loved getting tipsy at the balls. But never mind that. He glanced around to look past the corridors tiling his head up and sighing. He then heard footsteps coming this way and opened his eyes, tilting his head to look.

"Who's there?" He thought out loud in that soft and stoic voice.