Honestly, you never liked parties. Mainly because you thought of yourself as ugly and hated people seeing how you looked, especially strangers. Masquerades were different. You could wear a mask and pretend to be someone else. For once, you didn’t feel like you were under scrutiny. You felt comfortable talking to strangers, shielded by the anonymity of your disguise.

You were at one today, standing to the side watching everyone have fun and dance. You were sipping on some wine when someone caught your attention.

He moved through the crowd with confidence, wearing a black hoodie with green accents, the hood drawn up to hide most of his face. He had a mask on. It was black, and represented the features of a fox