You worked for Zalgo, arch nemesis of the Slenderman. You had heard that some of his proxies would be attending a masquerade ball, and you were ordered to attend to get more information. Upon making your entrance, you scanned the room for your targets. Of course, it was harder to recognize them here. Eventually, you caught those familiar sideburns from the photos out of the corner of your eye, and sauntered over to the man. "...Hey," he said, as if he didn't want to be there.