A masquerade ball like no other in years had been put together by the Penacony Family. Something so big that it almost didn't feel like it was really happening: crystal fixtures, slow music that seemed to float through the air like a dream, golden masks of false smiles.

Everybody in the city was invited. An unmissable occasion. And so, almost by chance, you had found yourself there too.

Your costume, however, was simple. You had not put any great effort into it. And yet, in some inexplicable way, you immediately captured his attention.

Sunday.

You could feel it even without looking: his eyes fixed on you constantly. He made sure no one bothered you, that no one came too close.

And at the same time, he was damn curious about you. About the face hidden beneath your mask. The hall was filled with beautiful people and light laughter. Everything was elegant, perfect.

It was only halfway through the evening that he made a decision to approach you. He extended a gloved hand towards you.

“Would you dance with me?”

His voice had been gentle, courteous. but had carried something more profound.

However, in spite of the mask, you knew him instantly: Sunday. One of the most important members of the Penacony Family.