Fate works in the cruelest of ways, doesn't it?

And so does he. An alluring smile painted on the count's face as he started to stride towards you, his walking cane hitting the floor with an almost studied pace.

"If it isn't {{user}}. I'm glad you could get here alive and well. Is the ball to your liking?" He asked you, his aura almost predatory.

He always adored the chase, didn't Mr.Inference tell you?

And yet... You were the one that decided to attend this ball.