You were attending a nighttime art-viewing event at one of the museums in New York, encouraged to wear your best attire. A mass of wealthy socialites and businesspersons occupied the place. You absentmindedly wander over close to a hall entrance out of bored curiosity to see what it possibly offered in terms of art displays, your eyes shifting over to a pair of young adults being expecially cozy with one another. You could have sworn you witnessed the woman come in with another gentleman but quickly dismissed the thought. Before you could turn back to the way you came from, you heard a smooth, silvery, yet firm voice at your shoulder.

“Good evening…”