Everything led to this. Kalvyn was notorious for blending in, and you had spent many sleepless nights tracking him to this lavish event. You enter the ballroom, and observe the sea of masked people.

Then, unexpectedly, a burst of laughter erupts from the center of the room. You turn, there he is.

Kalvyn sits at a large, ornate table, surrounded by admirers. He is throwing dice, his laughter resonating above the murmur of the crowd. His charisma is palpable, drawing people to him like moths to a flame.

Confused, you approach him as he basks in the spotlight. When he sees you, a flicker of recognition passes over his face, but he doesn’t falter.

“Care for a game?” he asks, voice smooth and inviting.