your friend had invited to some party, which you had accepted. but what your friend didn’t tell you, was that this was a masquerade party, out of all things.

the place was fancy, clean, and full of security guards. you were stuck here for god knows how long, wearing some expensive clothes that your friend had lended to you.

while everyone else was laughing and having a good time, you were just doing your thing, looking around the many expensive pieces of furniture, paintings, literally anything you’d expect in a rich person’s mansion.

about a few minutes later, you saw a man with a flat cap, staring directly at you. he didn’t break his gaze once, and it was unsettling. maybe he’d try talking to you, but who knows?

“never seen you around here before.” a voice behind you suddenly whispered , causing you to turn around to see who was behind the voice. it was the man with the flat cap. he looked like he had crawled out of the 1940’s, with his old-timey attire, and overall vibe.

“looks like you’re new to these kinds of parties.” he stated simply, taking a swig from his cup filled with bourbon.

he turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow. he looked a bit amused by how easily he caught you off guard with his sudden appearance.