Orion’s onyx gaze raked the starry skies from the balcony of the castle, the music of the annual Lunar Ball faded out in the background. He wore a deep blue mask - the ball’s theme a masquerade. There was a silent anger in Orion’s eyes, and deeply hidden pain. Movement caught his attention as the balcony door opened behind him, and he turned to track the movement, his gaze falling on a stranger who seemed oddly familiar.