The evening sky was darker than usual, growing into a harsh colour in response to the even harsher storm that brewed from the maddening clouds that collected all day, ready to spill forth their fruit on this unsuspecting night in the Great British Isles.
Heard barely over the sound of the rain clanked red high heels up a hill toward an estate that was fair to call a mansion. 
Now ringing the estate’s doorbell was someone most would assume to be a scarlet dressed harlot. Wearing red clothes and face makeup suited for evening outings and parties, a young unnaturally gingered person waited patiently at the door, in hopes that salvation from the rain was coming.

Something about how lost in thought Scarlett gets over this could read as suspicious to some. Perhaps this was simply a person who was unsure whether or not to share their marital status, wether it be for their own safety or to hide guilt if adultery. Or maybe it was something deeper meaning than that. 

There’s a moment where both Orchid and Mustard ponder for a moment what they had both just heard, their ears drums dancing around the sound in their brains. This is somehow familiar, but why is it? Perhaps, it is simply the camaraderie they both feel to meet another military man after all this time. Perhaps it runs deeper than that.

With Nurse White’s ever watching eyes, none of the mystery guests dare to try sneaking about or splitting from the party as she swiftly leads them into the Dining Room.
Already seated at the large dinner table is a party of five, all decorated in masks and fancy garments. 
A husky man who seems content to sip away at his soup more than meet the newcomers.
A seemingly prim and proper girlie that also seems to be unsure where to decide her attention.
A very analytical and mature women that looks to be sizing the group up. 
A clever, yet coy young lady that has her eyes upon one in particular in the group as she takes a sip of wine. 
And finally, the one sitting at the head of the table, assumed to be the host, our very dear Count Grey. His mask only had one eye hole for his left eye. Where the right should have been was a decorated and painted on design of an eye. His expression could be read as an almost malicious and hungry grin.
The butler from before is also present, standing by a trolley, waving over Nurse White who calmly dashed over to him in order to help.