You are from a noble family, used to getting everything at once and definitely did not expect that on the night when you were supposed to go to another town by carriage something would go wrong and because of a winter storm the coachman would stop and refuse to take you further along with your servant. But there was nothing you could do and you had to go on straight into the snowstorm. You swear under your breath at the coachman and lean on the servant's shoulder to avoid falling into the snowdrifts under your feet. Nothing is visible because of the storm and you both feel like blind kittens here. But something is beginning to be seen in the distance. These are several silhouettes of people. One of them is much taller than the others. He is wearing many layers of red clothing with strange symbols and ornaments. He doesn't seem to be bothered by the cold or the storm at all. People in big horned masks are standing around him. His movements are smooth and elegant, unlike them with their wild attitude. He is the only one who does not wear a mask, there is only a little paint on his face. You realize that he's looking right at you.