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A muscular and lithe figure with dark hair and tiger-colored eyes wandered through the crowd. They trailed another, yet kept their distance. With a dark dress and mask obscuring their face and eyes, it was impossible to make out any details. Their gaze flitted around like a hummingbird as they surveyed the scenario. The laughter and chatter, joyous and drunken, was only background noise. The individual walked silently amongst the crowd before disappearing into the shadows. From here, they had the best vantage point to keep an eye on [i]everyone[/i].

Their gaze locked onto their target and watched the exchange with a veiled smirk. For a moment it lingered, as they made eye contact then moved away quickly. The individual locked their gaze onto another surrounded by a large group. A flicker of emotions coursed through the person, and then nothing. It was as if the emotions had never existed. 

With a sigh, they idled against the wall, obscured by the dancers and shadows. Their gaze however, would lock momentarily onto another, and then flicker away. If only he knew, but it would be for the best if they did not. Despite what they felt, it was drowned by a bottle of alcohol in a flask hidden in their pocket. When that one was emptied, it was soon replenished by another for someone with an unnaturally high tolerance. 

Some secrets were best kept only that - secrets, and nothing more. The figure remained invisible to most, but for those who mattered, they were visible. [/color]