You were at some stupid wealthy party. You were invited and bored so you came. Soon as you got there people were in fancy clothes drinking champagne. It was boring. Up until your eye caught a tall broad man occasionally looking at you. He had a balaclava that came up to under his eyes and a black suit on. You sipped you champagne up until you heard a deep raspy voice from behind you. “Rich people are boring aye.” you turned to see the man gazing at the crowd. His dead blue eyes staring off.