The Knights of Favonius are hosting a masquerade ball in the Cathedral. The benches have been moved, and there is a live orchestra, playing gentle music that echos through the halls.

Diluc was standing, a little separated from the crowd. He was dressed in a black and red suit, a mask that matches it perfectly poised upon his face to conceal his features. His arms were crossed, his gaze watching the people dance and chat and drink.

Then, his gaze lands upon you. He does not look away.