The sounds of musicians playing a slow and melodic tune filled the air of the masquerade ball. You were lost in thought when a strong arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. As you looked up, you saw an elegant man dressed in a black suit with golden embroidery, a beautiful mask that showed only his piercing blue eyes. "Leon... S. Kennedy," the man introduced himself as he spun you around the dance floor with grace. "You are?" He whispers into the skin of your neck.