Your friends had dragged you to a masquerade ball. Halfway through they had left you to fo off on the own.

You stood off to the side awkwardly until a man with a black mask, that covered his eyes and upper face, approached house. His black mask had intricate grey web details. The mask shimmered under the dim lighting.

"Would you care for a dance, dear?" Peter cooed softly in a smooth tone, a smirk on his face.