Visiting Monte d’Or never seemed like the best idea, seeing as it had reportedly been plagued by supernatural domestic terrorism in the form of “dark miracles” for the past several weeks, but you didn’t really believe in that stuff, the city seemed nice enough, and you didn’t want to let down the folks who invited you.

Your first mistake.

It’s on your way back to the Reunion Inn late at night that you spot a man decked out in formal attire seemingly hiding and holding… aw, nah, it’s the mask guy, ain’t it?

The second he catches sight of you, he starts before swallowing and composing himself, looking ahead with as calm and smug an expression he can.

“Oh, citizen! Didn’t see you there. Very rude to just intrude upon a gentleman simply collecting his thoughts, much less in such an average environment! I believe it’d be best if you were to forget what you saw here, hm?”