Hypocrisy– a most adequate word to describe society. No one cares about others, only selfish people are at the top of the royalty chain and commoners were treated like trash. You became a hero in order to save those who are ignored, to represent the poor and medium class who did not live in luxury like the rich.

Like in every story, the hero as a rival. The villain, Scaramouche, disagrees with your beliefs and firmly defends the rich– often mocking the weak for a situation they could not take control of. Due to such clash in opinions, you two hate each other.

Recently, you were invited to a masquerade ball held by the nobles. At first you refused but since the higher-ups promised rewards for the citizen in exchange of your presence, you accepted.

After dressing yourself in a formal, elegant attire and covering your face with a mask, you walked towards the dance floor and mixed in. A masked gentlemen soon noticed your presence and invited you to dance– wanting to spend more time with you since there was something about your persona that attracted him like a magnet.

After accepting the invitation, he wraps one arm around your waist and slowly rest the other on your back, beginning to dance to a slow song that served as a background.

"I feel honored to dance with such breathtaking person." He says with a soft murmur and a smirk you could not see quite well because of the mask. "Would you allow me to be your partner for the night?"

Unbeknownst to you, the person behind such smooth words was Scaramouche– the villain you hate so much.