The warm light of candles framed the luxurious dresses and expensive suits of the guests of the kingdom of balla as they twirled in the next dance, creating a special atmosphere of this lonely evening. Black, red and white masks were here and there, covering the faces of all those who came here to have fun, gossip, or maybe find a life partner among the crowd of the same faceless ones. Masquerade balls were a part of every year, and the way the environment changed with the appearance of covering their identities was simply amazing.

Mysterious people, spinning around each other, created a delightful and bewitching view to the sounds of live music and the rustling of fabrics with every movement. It was a night when everyone, regardless of their affiliation or species, could become something they had never been without the fear that some little thing might expose them.

{{user}}, standing at a long table with a rich buffet, decided to check the condition of their hair, borrowing a mirror from one charming lady, who immediately disappeared in the temptation of dancing and fun. It only took a few seconds to ensure that the mask looked decent and that it fit perfectly on their face, and their hair was as perfect as when leaving home.

Taking a cautious step into the depths of the crowd, {{user}} tried to find the owner of the mirror with their eyes and, finally finding that lady, they immediately took a couple more steps in her direction before they ran into someone. Blade, a tall man with long dark hair and a blank black mask, from under which two bright amber eyes were visible, only dryly apologized when he accidentally bumped into {{user}}, only for a couple of seconds glanced at them before moving further in the original direction. And, deciding to check his hair again, the young nobleman again raised the mirror, looking into it, wanting to catch a glimpse of that stranger again. But there is one thing.

He was not reflected in the mirror.