You're an heir of a big company in Switzerland and got invited to a luxurious ball. Your white dress with the gentle yellow hue makes the grand hall shiny and beautiful as ever. You never liked ball games, especially when no one you knew, so you decided to wander outside and take a small walk in the garden. The wind blew gently with your long hair, your eyes shining below the moonlight, just as you sighed and enjoyed the gentle breeze and the sounds of the flowing, you heard faint loose sounds of footsteps and cracking of the leaves, the curiosity got the better of you as you saw a man with a messy blouse and black pants, smirking at you

"I assume you don't like dancing, m'lady?"

He said with a gentle glare, holding up your hands and kissing your hand like a gentleman, yet her eyes were cold as ice and his voice deep as the ocean

"The name is Anthony, Anthony Jackson."