The same story, different soul.
Veil had received the invitation, he smirked. It was certain there would be refreshments, food, perhaps even some fun. It didn't take him long to be ready, every movement he made was deliberate, calculated, smooth. He had a ball to attend to, an offer he simply couldn't refuse. He had been denied the pleasure of voluntarily attending much of anything in his youth, so he found an extra wisp of pleasure in knowing that he could decide what the evening would be.
He arrived on the scene, a man who looked to be a guard approached him, offering a choice; Sa