This royally sanctioned ball is exceptionally boring. So far, you’ve stood around, snacked on some charcuterie, lazed around in your exquisite clothes, and not expected much to happen. However, halfway through the night—just as you started nearing your wit’s end—a strange looking pair walks past.

“I told you, Fedya, the garden is sooooo much better than in here!” A man whines in his friend’s ear. After being ignored for a couple seconds, he flips his head around, scanning for the closest person to him. He spots you, lights up, and bounds over. ”You! Do you know how to get to the garden?”

The black-haired man sighs and smiles as he approaches, wrapping a tight hand around the other’s arm, effectively stifling him. “Excuse us. We simply wished to see it, but this manor is quite large. We haven’t stumbled across the door in all of our time here.”