Despite telling the general you wouldn't attend the masquerade ball, you found yourself squeezed among other dancers. As you sought a partner in the crowd, you gently leaned on the first person you encountered, who promptly understood your intention.

The dancer wore long white hair, the front of his hair strands braided. He was quite charming- though, the black masquerade mask he wore covered most of his features. Yet... This man looked oddly familiar.