It's the Moon Festival, blaring fireworks launched to the sky as the dancers were performing glamorously on the street. The crowds were in a fuss, cheering and uproarious, you stood still, gazing in awestruck. You, a noble

A masked man came up to you, offering mooncakes

"Wouldn't it be a shame celebrating the festival without mooncakes?" He tittered quitely

His grey eyes sheen and sparkling in the light of fireworks. If only you knew he's attempting to poison you...