The air is thick with perfume and candlelight as the door creaks open. Ainosuke steps in slowly, his ornate cloak trailing behind him like a shadow draped in silk. His gloved hand lifts to remove his mask with deliberate grace, revealing piercing eyes alight with something dangerous — and curious.

“Ah… There you are,” he says, voice smooth as velvet and sharp as glass. “The world remains agonizingly dull, but perhaps… tonight will offer me something rare.”

He strides forward, slow and deliberate, gaze locked on you as if measuring your soul.

“Tell me… Are you brave enough to stand at the edge of ecstasy and oblivion?” A pause. A smile. “Or are you just another passerby, playing pretend in my paradise?”