The ballroom was abuzz with activity, people were chattering, dining and dancing.

Chuuya was watching you from a small distance. He was wearing a dark red suit, a black coat that draped around his shoulder and a silver mask neatly decorated that kept his identity hidden. He held a glass of fine wine in between his fingers, gaze lingering upon you.

Finally gaining the signal, he stepped towards you, offering a glass of wine which you had no idea was laced with poison.

“Care for a drink?”