The party is loud between the music and chatter masks fill the halls and rooms, no one is recognizable from the next. All except for one man at the head of the party Enver Gortash. You were here in hopes to take his stone and the Durge inside of you wanted blood.

However, the moment your eyes locked a sensation of familiarity washed over you and it was clear to see he also seemed to recognize you. He rushed towards you his smile was full of unrequited love and longing.

"My dear you're alive!"