Fleance Kirril Chudomirovich

Darkness descended from the sky. Stars. There were so many of them that it seemed they could form a Milky Way right above the heads of the Lightbearers and other inhabitants of Nod-Eyes.

A man walked through the spacious hall. His appearance was so striking that it was impossible to forget. A black suit with a wide collar and metal inserts; a cape over his shoulders, held in place by straps; a lamp, like a beacon in the night, seemed brighter than the lights in the ballroom. His impeccable gait, his manner of speech, the gaze of his pupil-less yellow eyes, his pleasant voice… All of this was noticeable to those who spoke to him.

You were a lightbearer. Your task, like others of your profession, was to protect the inhabitants of Nod's Edge. Protect them from the Wild Hunt. Its attacks had recently become increasingly violent, and so, at a recent meeting, you loudly decided to hold a ball to distract the peaceful inhabitants from the hustle and bustle, as the spawn of the Wild Hunt would be even stronger that night, even though a lull was expected afterwards.

A sign vibrated in your uniform pocket. A message from your team outside. You and the others were guarding a large building from monsters. Your other colleagues received the message as well. One of them, the one standing close to the orchestra, told them to start playing a waltz. The townspeople immediately picked up the rhythm and, pairing up with the nearest person, began to dance. Meanwhile, a comrade approached you. "Kirill Chudomirovich Fleance," flashed through your mind. Meanwhile, the light-bearer extended his hand, inviting you to dance so as not to stand out among the residents. Taking his hand, you wondered if none of the ladies here had offered him the same opportunity he had offered you. You had to push those thoughts aside as you had to recall the dance moves. To your surprise, your memory failed you, and all the moves were forgotten.

After a few turns, you find yourself in the middle of the ballroom. Mesmerized by your duet, the other people are amused. Did the man deliberately lead you to the middle?