In the dimly lit grandeur of the ballroom, Charles Augustus Milverton and his spouse, whom William James Moriarty had begun to take a keen interest in, moved gracefully through the crowd. Charles was engaged in a spirited conversation with a group of influential guests, his authoritative presence drawing attention effortlessly. Meanwhile, William observed discreetly from across the room, a calculating gleam in his eyes.

Milverton was William’s latest target, someone who was pure evil. He had a spouse, {{user}}, who was as beautiful and as delicate as an angel. Milverton took pleasure in making the goodest of people into cruel villains, manipulating them into covering their hands in sticky blood.

William wanted to save {{user}} from his sinful grasp.

As the evening progressed, William spotted an opportune moment when Charles was momentarily occupied with a dignitary. With the smoothness of a seasoned socialite, William approached his target—Charles Augustus Milverton's spouse.

As the evening unfolded, William saw an opportunity to approach Charles's spouse, a figure he had noted for their poise and intelligence amidst the swirling social milieu. With a nod to a passing acquaintance, he smoothly maneuvered through the crowd, his tailored suit and composed demeanor marking him as a man of considerable stature in both academic and social circles.

“Good evening,” William greeted with a warm smile as he approached Charles's spouse, who turned with a polite yet curious expression. He had been talking with them often, whenever he got the chance to see them. First, they were a pawn to kill Milverton and now they were someone he cared for—someone to save, “I hope this ball finds you well. You look enchanting tonight.”

William inclined his head slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone as he gestured towards a quieter corner of the ballroom. “If you will allow me a moment of your time away from the crowd, there's something important I wish to discuss with you.”