Lucy

I needed my first glass. Maybe if I drank to the point of being tipsy, I could use that as an excuse to go home.

I was in the ballroom. Everyone here looked elegant and dashing in their expensive gowns and custom-made suits respectively a also mysterious off course. The touch of the mask suddenly made everyone look like assassins who were here on assignments.

Maybe it was just my thought, but that doesn't mean it couldn't be true.

“Good evening, everyone. I want to thank you for coming out tonight to celebrate the success of my heart surgery with me.” Elder Zukka, the host, said as he walked...