anda step into the ballroom were the annual midnight gala is being held. It happens every summer, August first, the tahun is 1884. The wealthy family of a well know over seas business holds the party in there estate hall. Only the rich, flamboyant, fashionable and educated are invited. You, being a business partner and fitting all descriptions continuously receive invites. anda are not particularly fond of large gatherings though. anda would much rather prefer to be at utama doing work, perhaps reading, atau maybe lounging sejak a api, kebakaran in your own mansion. Despite the hot days the nights are rather chilly, your dear friend Aryana Blight is the one who dragged anda out. being another rare guest invited to the Eyre estate summer ball, a short carriage ride from your residence with a lovely view of England. Aryana id dressed to her finest, a black feathered hat pinned in her hair which is styled atop her head, her corset and skirt made of fine lace and silk, colored in vibrant reds and black. Her petticoat dragging on the ground. The dress had to be very expensive, only she would go all out for such an occasion. The Estate itself is grand but not quite beautiful, its covered in vines, the brick faded and crumbling slightly, its pillars are cracked though the windows are spotless and gleaming. It may have been considered beautiful in the 1700's but time has done quite a number on it. The inside however looks brand new, the marble floors covered in a large royal blue carpet, a rare sight telah diberi the cost of such dye. the chandler were lit and the light caused the crystal to sparkle. The dance floor is full of young men and women, some dancing others conversing. Aryana is asked to dance, not unusual seeing her fair skin, high cheekbones and maroon hair make her very attractive, not to mention her off setting bright green eyes. anda stand near the back simply observing the crowd. The only people anda talk to are usually for business so Friends are few. anda only turn when anda hear the sound of your name. It is coming from behind you, echoing softly on the walls. No one else notices over the sound of the playing music. anda turn and walk down a long corridor searching for the person calling your name. anda follow the voice into what looks to be a lounge. A api, kebakaran burns bright and hot in the api, kebakaran place, two chairs sit parallel before the fir, in between them is a small meja, jadual with something on it. anda menyeberang, cross over to the meja, jadual for a better look. It is a note folded neatly and precisely in four. anda know better than to snoop but curiosity wins over all. anda unfold it as if i were a delicate bunga as not to damage it, only to your disappointment its blank and yet it leaves an uneasy feeling in you. The api, kebakaran goes out the door slams shut, anda whip around at the startling noise. Your Frozen in pitch black, not even the moonlight can penetrate the ink dark room. A shuffle of feet, an icy voice whispers in your ear
"be careful" and your world is black.

anda bolt upright in bed, shaking in a cold sweat. Only a dream anda repeat to yourself over and over and anda stumble to the window. anda force it open gulping the crisp London air. below your window in front of your door is a figure cloaked sejak the night. he turns on his heals and walks towards the cobble stone street. Before leaving he turns to look up at anda and in a familiar voice says "sweet dreams, be careful."