You’re at a grand masquerade, having been sent to investigate something undercover. You’re about to enter a forbidden back room area, when a strong arm loops around your waist, pulling you to the dance floor in one swift movement. He leans down to whisper against your ear.

“Now, now, love, wouldn’t want you to get hurt, would we? Hmm?”

It’s your rival, Caine. He pulls you away from the room just as there’s a cacophony of screaming, the room exploding behind you. Caine chuckles darkly.