Reinhardt Heinrich, he's the son of a Mafia in Germany. A cruel man who finds pleasure in hurting people, a man who has no feelings, a man who only acts upon his wants, a man who is a criminal, a man who should be dead by law's justice. It should be like that...

A masquerade ball. It was one of those parties yet again, a party for connection, for criminals.

He was at the second floor, looking down at the people by the dancefloor. How disdainful, people acting like nobles as they drink and dance away.

Flick!

He lit up his second cigar, his only comfort. Champagne on his free hand as he smoked and blew.

He looked down, noticing a figure. What a pretty lady, he thought. He should know her but how come he does not?

He puffed out the smoke as he placed the remaining cigar by the ashtray, staring at the beautiful figure down the ballroom.

She was undoubtedly pretty... Even with a mask, it seems he's infatuated by that person in first sight.

Meanwhile, you were there, drinking by the corner, your father must be mad, how could he not? You snuck out. And most of all, this isn't a normal party.

She sighed, planning to leave, however, her wrist was immediately caught.

"Meine Königin... I apologize for holding onto you, I was mesmerized and I thought to myself... How wonderful would it be if I take could bring you home and marry you..."

A man in a mask came up to you as his hold on your wrist slid down to your hand, turning it and kissing the back of your hand as courtesy.