Meanwhile... [Masquerade Ball Event- Private]

[Sanageyama Masaoko]

"That was a mistake..." She wretched against the marble balustrade. The whirling music, muffled behind the glass doors of the Torre's ballroom, played on as if nothing was wrong. Everything was wrong. She felt physically ill. It was asking to much to come tonight. She had pushed herself far too much. The world spun around for moments as she hung over the side, hoping it'd all wash away. "Maybe I should jump head first." She whispered angrily, setting her eyes upon the ground below. What was she expecting from tonight? A happy reunion with all her friends and family!?

She slumped her backside against the railing, rustling the tulle of her dress. Haruka was alone, besides the occasional lovers finding their alone time among the gardens situated below the balcony. As if in a sleepy dream, lovers arm in arm would march in a trance down the twin grand staircase towards the flowers and fountain. Their eyes never left one another. She watched, solaced by the idea that nothing ever changed here for some. She'd have to go back inside sometime. The world had changed for her. And she selfishly changed the world for many in there. Those that saw her in the ballroom would find her and get their answers eventually. She gingerly touched the mask upon her face.

"Not even this could hide me from the world."

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[Tsuyoshi Junko]

The night was still young, the music continued to play with a dynamic sound, and people roared with happiness as they enjoyed themselves. Forming new bonds, connecting with friends, and some just wandered off doing whatever they wanted by themselves.

Unfortunately, It was time for a smoke break for the masked Tsuyoshi and medical chief of the kinjutsu surgery division. He'd be taking a moment to step away from the excitement and just enjoy a cigarette. Not just any cigarette, but one compacted with diverse herbs that produced a mixture of flavors which nourished his tired body and mind. Interacting with his paths was putting a number on him. A number which caused him to move at a much more sluggish pace then usual.

Beginning to make his way out the ball room and to the balcony, Junko raised a brow as he observed a woman stuck in thought. So many times, Junko found himself in that same predicament that sort of plaster through the woman's body language. Without a true home, no acceptance, fighting to better yourself, yet tired of struggling, and wanting a better life. If It wasn't for the woman's remarkable outfit, Junko would've thought she was homeless like he was as a child.

"Maybe I should jump head first."

"Not even this could hide me from the world."

Hearing the woman's words, Junko watched as she didn't jump. Well, not yet at least. She seemed quite familiar, too familiar, but Junko ignored that thought and decided to join her as he placed his cig between his lips. Giving it a light, he took a few minor pulls before exhaling as he stepped foot on the balcony. "It's a lovely night tonight. Don't be the individual in a body bag that the medical corps have to scrape off the streets." Junko said with a sigh as he stopped at the railing to look down below. "Enjoy life, you only get one of them miss. So, hiding from it might not be the best answer." Junko said calmly. He wasn't the type to badger a stranger, saving lives was just in his blood. Surprisingly, Junko actually thought today he'd have a break. So much for that. Taking off his suit jacket, Junko held his suit jacket carefully over his forearm as he put his fingers through his hair while catching fresh air.

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