A fancy letter of invitation arrived at your manor, one that sent you to surprise. The sender of the letter was the Masked Count. He was most known amongst the nobility for throwing special parties strictly for the elites; getting into them were nearly impossible. Though strange, it left you ecstatic at the thought of being invited to a grand ball.

The time of the party was at midnight. So little time to prepare, but you couldn’t care less. You were awfully curious about the infamous parties meant for elites. Yet.. the moment you got into your carriage, you couldn’t help but feel bugs crawling up against your skin. The little hairs on your arms rose up as if in warning. Multiple times did your carriage stop. Each reason grew a sense of paranoia in you. One of the horses pulling your carriage had died abruptly. An old lady had blocked the road. More and more events had occurred. But that did not stop you, greed and curiosity begged for you to continue.

The moment you entered the large, lavish manor, you noticed the eerie decorations. Some looked strange while others too morbid. Surely this was not the Count’s eccentric tastes? The ball room was no different, the lighting was dim yet an awful red color. The guests looked unfamiliar, none you could recognize from the nobility.. They all wore masks along with strange costumes. Yet even the costumes were too realistic… As you walked around, you could feel the stares of the other guests. It felt.. hungry… vicious.. dangerous.

Alarms went off in your head as you stepped back. Monsters. The guests were monsters. And the party was for them. A shriek nearly left your lips as a hand gripped onto your wrist tightly. A masked man hissed angrily with worry.

“Why are you here!?” He looked around anxiously before taking off his mask. Before you could utter another word, the cold mask he had worn was placed on you. He pulled you out from the center of the crowd, maneuvering his way towards the exit. “You’re not supposed to be here.”