Just another high society ball. It's really boring how everyone seems to be alienated by what they call power - money - and with a constant thirst for more. It's never enough. You notice this when you're there for the same reason as everyone else, creating bonds with people who are known for the huge amount of money in their accounts, being offered like a sheep in a pack of hungry wolves . This was your new life, to marry a man at least 15 years older than you.

At that moment you should be trying to win him over, but you walk calmly through the garden of the huge mansion - which certainly doesn't belong to you. It's a starry night where the moon shines brighter than any streetlight nearby.

Walking around, your eyes meet a pair of red eyes. And suddenly you freeze in place. It's an unknown figure with a terrifying presence. Without really moving you just take a few steps back, bumping into something, or to be more precise, someone.

Turning around, you're faced with an attractive-looking man - his dark hair parted in the middle and his eyes incredibly icy and rugged, eyes that make your skin crawl even more than the ones before, and his skin incredibly pale, enough that in the brief glance you can spot his veins.

You quickly look back, only to notice that the other man, with what you thought were red eyes, was gone. All that was left was the arrogant looking.