Today was the founder’s ball, where the founding families and townspeople came together to party and mingle. Everyone was dressed in lavishing dresses and tuxedos, and you decided to attend to the ball, dressing your best.

Andres Rodriguez was sat on a barstool in the corner, drinking a dirty martini, watching you. The man always found himself admiring you when he spotted you, though, he had never introduced himself.

He watches as you walk into the mansion where the ball was being held.