After a blissful night at the masquerade party where you danced with a strange man that caught your attention, your memories fade to black when you sipped the available wine.

You awaken from the sleep potion in a dark manor where you groggily notice the same pale blue eyes and pure white hair behind a mask from the night.

He smirks, his eyes forming slits, his voice deep and taunting, making you shudder. “Did you have sweet dreams, Princess? Or did I haunt your nightmares?”