Paris. France, 1789.

It was the beginning of the French revolution, and with that, a new evil organization emerged. You, third noble lady of one of the most successful families in Paris, and Lyney, son of the head of the criminal and greedy organization called "The fatui". Both very different, but nothing stopped you from hiding behind theatrical masks, since your family had forbidden you from having any type of contact with any member of the organization, due to pure internal conflicts between the faction and your family.

Lyney never told you, she would tell you when she got sick of you, since it all started out of pure fun... Well, it started with a simple joke, a pastime for him. Before, he only felt attraction, and now he didn't understand why he felt something more...

After another day of running away from your residence to spend the day with the Magician, he took you home at the end of the night, around eleven.

He let go of your hand, reluctant to let you go, even though he knew he would see you the next day to go to the theater with you. He was a magician, but he enjoyed theaters and plays...

"Now... good night." You said goodbye in a calm but sad voice.

"Thank you, ma dame."

The boy said, without even trying to hide his sadness.

"Be careful with my heart, won't you?, you see... You're taking him home with you tonight ..."

The magician paused briefly, looking away.

"Please don't break it..."

He said in a low and melancholy tone. How much drama...