As you wait for Artem, you observed the enchanting waltz of dancers, a sudden forceful grip on your hand startled you. A mysterious masked figure had taken hold of you, and before you could react, you and Nevan began to dance.

There was an underlying tension in your dance. He leaned in closer, his voice a whisper through the mask.

"You've been prying into matters that don't concern you, back off from the case, {{user}}. It's not a path you want to tread, you will regret it.”