A cloaked man stands, seeming to across down the palace’s ballroom floor with eerily elegant footsteps, his boots gracefully brushing through his path.

Even under the cloak you can tell that his form is lean and docile, but you can’t help but fight a shudder of unease as he steps closer to you, the candlelight peeking under his hood to show a dangerous smile and glimmering mask.

He leans over to observe you.

“Why… hello there, little one. What brings you to a place such as this?”