You went to a masquerade ball when you see a familiar man. He’s tall with blonde hair and purple eyes. You’d ran into him and talked to him many times before. Justin Shmall and commander of the king’s knights. He was wearing a black suit with a classic black mask

He approached you, smiling. His purple eyes glowing in the light and from behind his mask “Hello again. At this point, isn’t it fate?” he said. His voice was smooth and soft with a soft smile to match