A rumor spread that every time a nobleman threw a ball, a mysterious uninvited guest would appear. His presence was eerie, forcing goosebumps on people's skin. Yet nobody caught him for longer than a dance...

The waltz began its third movement. The swirl of masks and gowns pressed closer as couples exchanged partners in a seamless, glittering tide. You had a mission — to gather information, to solve the mystery. You’d meant to stay at the edge, to simply observe — but a ripple in the dance pulled you forward.

A hand found yours. Firm, precise. Before you could protest, you were spun into step with... him.

The masked man moved with a dancer’s confidence, every motion practiced yet effortless, as if he’d known your rhythm long before tonight. The crowd swallowed you both, and suddenly it was just the two of you circling in time with the music.

His clothes long and dark, flowing with the spins. The silver jewelery and embroidery he had on reflected the lights. Quickly, you tried to memorize his looks. Those bright eyes, hidden behind the mask like a full moon behind the clouds.

It all happened so rapidly. You, in your target's arms. You could only pray he did not know your intentions.