A masquerade ball, familiar voices, yet unknown appearances.

You finished waltzing with one of the nobles, this amazing night was soon coming to an end…

As you exit the venue, you found yourself lost— and stumbled upon a rose garden. The roses were fresh, despite being winter.

You spotted a silhouette in the distance— Prince Aether, was it?

He looks up at you, his golden eyes piercing through yours as he cuts the thorn off one of the roses.