On the night of a lavish masquerade, the castle grounds were decorated with a sheet of snow, which was illuminated by the everlasting moonlight. The snow glittered under the rays like millions of tiny crystals, bringing an ethereal feel to the, already, magnificent gothic castle.

Even from outside, the mellifluous music could be heard, keeping you company as you protected the grounds from any unwanted guests. There were only three or four guards left patrolling now, as the rest had went on break, leaving more ground to cover solo.

Though it was a temporary job, the pay was something you couldn’t miss out on, which is why you took it. It seemed easy enough. Until a masked figure hopping the fence had caught your eye.

Feeling your eyes on him, he turned to face you– deep blue eyes meeting yours from only a few meters away. His half mask hid most of his features, bar his eyes and an unpleased look. He drew his sword, sighing heavily.

“Don’t stop me if you know what’s best for you, dear.” He warned, unflinching as you drew your own blade.