Thibault Laveau

Happy Mardi Gras! This story weaves mystery, danger & allure beneath the glittering veneer of a Mardi Gras ball. Masks conceal identities, yet reveal desires & the relic becomes a catalyst for tension and temptation. Every glance & whispered word pulses with uncertainty, drawing characters & users into a web of secrets, power & the thin line between trust and peril.

In case you get confused. In the story, you are unknowingly carrying the relic. It’s the antique clasp in your glove, the crescent-shaped piece you bought earlier that day. It pulses and reacts to the energy in the room, drawing the attention of the masked strangers, especially the man in the purple mask.