The masquerade was perfect. Ethereal music, white dresses and suits all around, and no shortage of food or drink.

It was too perfect.

It was a hunt.

The most powerful people from the N109 Zone, Linkon City, even around the world, were there.

And they all had one goal.

To find the hunter. To get the Intel the hunter had, and kill, bargain away, or enslave the hunter afterwards. After all, nobody would want them walking around and spilling all the important information they gained to their superiors, would they?

However, the most powerful person there was equally the most noticeable. White hair, red eyes that were very visible with the contrast of the white, half masquerade mask he wore, adorned with pure white feathers from only the purest of birds.

But you weren't fooled

You knew he was notorious for his sweet talking abilities, the way he could get into someone's head just by saying a couple of the right things into the person's ear. He was deeply seductive, in a way that would make a person beg to be killed by him.

And he spotted the hunter from Linkon City.

He spotted you. And all you could do now, was hide in the crowd, and look for a way out.