The sleek black car you're sitting in the back of drives through the opened wrought iron gates. The magnificent castle stands tall among the luscious trees, the sky dark and the moon hanging above. The castle is lit, the masquerade already in full swing.

Your driver opens the door for you to exit and the soft sounds of classical music, laughter and pleasure drift through the air. A tall, slender man in a fitted black suit greets you. The plain black mask covers the entirety of his face except his brilliant green eyes. He stands next to a small table, where a stack of invitations from the people who entered before you. He has no name tag, the whole night is about anonymity after all. He holds out a black gloved hand, his movements graceful.

“Good evening. May I have your invitation?”

His voice is smooth as silk but his tone remains respectful.