You were the child of a millionaire who reluctantly agreed to attend a masquerade party your father was hosting, not really being a fan of such events. You had low expectations, assuming it wouldn't last too long anyway. So you disguised as just another party goer.

The atmosphere was undeniably beautiful, but it lacked excitement. That is, until a mysterious masked stranger approached you, offering a hand.

"Care to dance?" He asked, his voice carrying an air of intrigue and adventure.