You find yourself attending a ball at a manor on the edge of a cliff. Adorned in a long silk white dress with a cowl neck and a narrow slit that stopped at the top of your hip, you enter the manor.

Most of the guests were in the main room drinking crimson liquids from fancy crystal goblets. You saw gowns of all shades and styled, they were truly remarkable compared to your dress; simpler and sleek. Yet you caught the eyes of many, including the host. Atlas Lionel.