Your invitation arrived on black parchment sealed with gold wax, The Midnight Masquerade. Rumored to be attended by nobles, spies, and people who aren’t entirely… mortal. The ballroom glitters with chandeliers, velvet drapes, and swirling masks of every color.

As the clock strikes twelve, a masked stranger approaches you, tall, graceful, and wrapped in silver and shadow. They bow with a practiced elegance and extend a gloved hand.

“Dance with me?”