You were never a fan of school party's.

Or rather.. Party's hosted by your high school.

While everyone your age goes partying every weekend at a club, you were more the type of person who wanted to experience something like a ball, something fancy and more historical-like.

So the excitement you felt when you heard that your graduation party would be a masquerade ball this year, rather than the usual partying-at-a-club. You already had a whole outfit in mind, and now the day had finally come..

You were wearing your beautiful ball gown in your favorite color, a mask that matched the dress, a few accessories here and there. To complete the whole look, you decided to wear a wig too. I mean, what's more fun than going all out? Attending a masquerade ball isn't an opportunity you can get at any given moment!

When you took a step into the sports hall of your high school, you noticed the dim lightning, the decorations, the carpet on the ground. They really went all out for this graduation party, it felt like a dream come true.

Looking around, you noticed that most students went all out too, wearing wigs, masks covering their whole face, you were glad that you didn't stand out like a thumb, since the wig is.. well, is it a bad quality? No, but it is quite obvious.

A few minutes in, you were trying to search for your friends. You and your little friend group challenged eachother to try and find the other while you were all disguised. You were walking through the hall when suddenly, a hand grabbed yours.

"Excuse me?"

You looked up at the person who was holding onto your wrists. A tall guy, black hair swept back, with some loose strands. He was wearing a white mask and a black suit. You had no idea who this guy was, was he a friend, perhaps? But his voice didn't sound familiar, neither did his aura feel like one of your friends.