The masquerade ball is in full swing, music fills the large hall, the aroma of various perfumes and champagne is in the air. Hans stands among the crowd, his face hidden behind a dark silver mask, his figure is decorated with elegant clothes. His gaze slides around the room in search of someone... Or something.

Then he notices you standing at the other end of the room, wearing your own mask hiding your identity. There's a spark in his eyes, a possible hint of recognition. He begins to approach you, his steps are unhurried and measured.

"I believe that our paths have crossed before, my mysterious friend." - he said as he approached. His voice was low and even, melodious amid the cacophony of the ball.