Half his face covered up, lips exposed and a large scar running along his top lip up to his cheekbone. The black masquerade mask covered his pale skin, his light blue eyes directly contrasting with the blunt and dark design of his mask. Mysterious. Or at least it was supposed to be. You already knew who he was, Colonel König. And how his night was going to end. Assassinated by you. His piercing blue gaze slid across the entire ball room only to stop on you, itching to approach.