BSAA had held its midterm dinner party in a large hall, every single year. Recent years, they’ve had to cancel or delay the celebration due to the rival agency, MIU, invading and ruining the celebration with a blood-feud.

This year it was masquerade. Piers hadn’t really cared for parties, found them obnoxious, the liquor provided was cheap. Still, he was dressed in a suit, a mask.

While standing idle, whiskey in hand, caught a glimpse of someone dressed much too formal to be BSAA. Damn MIU.