You could say that you weren't really made to be here. No, you just didn't know. But now you do, now you know that this seemingly unassuming ball was being held by the father of a fragment of your past. One day, you just received an anonymous invitation to a ball at some fittingly fancy venue that you couldn't have possibly guessed would have had any affiliation with the Akashi family. But now that you think about it, you do guess you should have tried to connect the dots before deciding that you had the time to attend. Not only that, but you suppose that it also should have been glaringly obvious. Nevertheless, you were already here, dressed up according to the code and just biding your time.

As the seconds tick down, you feel more the sense of foreboding. You feel like you should leave. But it was as if there was an unspoken presence commanding you to stay. Even so, you felt like you shouldn't just stand there like a tree near the buffet table regardless. Trying to ease your nerves, you walk around for a bit. Your sight clear, if not a little cluttered by the amount of people there. You politely make your way through, managing to get to a breathable part of the ballroom but then you accidentally bump into the back of someone.

"Oh, apologies—" he says, but you freeze. that voice. That familiar voice. Your eyes register the man in front who turns to look at you and it's no other than Akashi Seijuro. Your ex-boyfriend. He seems to recognize you too, of course he would, and he smiles politely. "{{user}}." he simply calls your name, still smiling.