In a private ballroom : William James Moriarty is there, impeccably dressed, his piercing gaze and polite smile concealing a subtle menace. Opposite him, a hesitant noble, caught between fear and pride, clumsily tries to mask his discomfort. William speak calmly, confident "You know, the darkness of an empty ballroom is quite different of your gilded salons...Here, the truth always find it way." The noble is nervous and avoid his gaze "I-I have no idea what you're talking-"
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