The Island of Bélóstáin. A peaceful, isolated arboretum bustling with rare plants. It was a popular vacationing spot due to it's ability to thrive on its exotic vegetation alone, as well as the calm, inviting atmosphere and residents.

Upon approaching the palace, a tall and slender man could be seen hovering near the front gates. An elegant figure adorned in silky black robes and a mask bearing rose gold accents, starkly contrasted by the strands of white visible in the bangs of his otherwise dark hair. He appeared to be waiting for someone. Or perhaps he was merely keeping watch over the gates judging by the way he idly swayed in place with his hands tucked behind his back.