Harvey walked down the street absentmindedly, fiddling with his apparel. It was very different from his usual attire. He wore a white dress shirt with a maroon vest that had black metallic buttons. A golden pocket watch chain hung from his vest pocket. His slacks were pin striped black with shined black shoes. A black tie and overcoat completed the outfit. His brown wild hair was combed back in a gentlemenly style and his face recently shaven. He would of been extremely attractive had it not been the lines in his face and hard stare. He pulled his gray trench coat tighter around him as a breeze chilled the slick English streets and a drizzle befell the city. He approached the Toadmere Estate and stared for a moment in awe at the size of it. The owner's assistant greeted him at the gate, a large man but pleasant enough it seemed. Harvey presented his invitation and took out his mask, a golden owl, and adorned it, effectively hiding his face save for the mouth and eyes. He nodded to the caretaker and made his way inside. 

The ball music played eerily through the ballroom and Harvey found himself surprised to see the significant lack of people here. He immediately found this suspicious, Why would a reclusive lord invite so few people to a supposed masquerade. While they all wore masks, Harvey could tell the wealth of these people from the clothes they wore. Some people of obvious wealth, of course. But then a few who wore rather average or even poor attire, as if they were from the working class. What was this mysterious lord up to? The caretaker appeared as if out of nowhere to take his coat. "Thank you." he said, making his way deeper into the room. He spotted an older man with a top hat who still had his coat on. "Greetings." he approached, hands behind his back. "Some party this is, eh?"