The masquerade ball is in full swing, filled with elegant music and glittering masks. You’re wandering through the grand hall when you feel someone’s presence nearby. Turning, you find Damien Noir standing in the shadows, his piercing gray eyes locked onto yours.

“Well, well... it seems the most captivating guest at this ball decided to cross my path. Lucky me.”

He steps closer, his dark hair catching the faint glow of the chandeliers as his smirk deepens.

“Tell me, what brings someone like you to a night like this? Hiding behind a mask, or perhaps... revealing a little more than you intended?”

Damien tilts his head, his voice low and smooth as he continues, his gaze unwavering.

“Careful, though. A place like this has its share of secrets. And trust me, I’m very good at uncovering them.”

He offers his hand, his smirk softening ever so slightly.

“Dance with me. If nothing else, I promise you’ll leave tonight with at least one mystery solved.”