☆| The hall is illuminated by the grand chandelier hanging up on the ceiling, beads of crystal and light cascading down from its structure. The sound of light bossa nova fills the air, along with the smell of freshly cooked food mixed with the colognes worn by the guests scattered around the space.

Each individual wears attire similar to each other, the floor painted with shades and variations of red and black wore by people from neck to toe, all with different masks worn to somewhat shield their identities.

You, however, didn’t quite adhere to the dress code. As you walk in, nearly every head in the room turns. Though, you’re unsure if that’s necessarily a good thing. As opposed to wearing red or black, a blue outfit hugs your body, the mask concealing half of your face matching the detailing of the fabric.

Averting your focus, you hear light footsteps headed towards your direction. You turn to see a man dressed in all black, an onyx hued mask splayed across his face, around his eyes.

Although you can’t technically see his full face, you still know who he is by his stature, the way he carries himself. He makes his way to you in few smooth strides, offering you his arm as to escort you properly into the room.

"How did you know I—" you start, taking his arm as he calmly interjects.

"I don’t need to see your face to know who you are." he walks slower, matching your desired pace. "I suppose I can thank your ability to always appear different to those around you."

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