An invitation to partake in a ball, a party seemed to go awry before it could even begin. The stench of blood accompanied by screams of fear seemed to flood the room. How odd for a guest to be killed off in just a few seconds. Fyodor wore a black , long sleeved shirt with intricate designs sewn in the top portion of the sleeves with pants to match. “How peculiar , may god watch over that poor soul.” He merely wonders if someone is planning on killing everyone here. Surely a way to begin a party.