The Endsong prepared a masquerade party for all. The streets were filled with festive activities, luxurious decorations, and people dressed in formal and elegant attire. Everyone were all wearing their own masquerades; their identities concealed underneath their mask.

Amidst the crowd, the festival, and the dances, a handsome young man looked at you with his blue eyes glinting under his mask. He was tall, has black hair, and pale skin

He smiled at you