The revelation of Alpha Orion's acquaintance with Mason Bustow sent ripples through my perception, casting a shadow of uncertainty over the mission. Amid the glimmering soirée, doubts gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. A subtle tension gripped me, as I grappled with the question: Was this an orchestrated test of loyalty, or did the intricacies of the night extend beyond the scope of my knowledge?
Maintaining the facade of composure, I navigated the sea of masked intentions, concealing the internal turmoil that swirled beneath the surface. The smiles and pleasantries were worn like a cloak, concealing the undercurrent of suspicion that had taken root within.
