0 | PROLOGUE

A BLACK-HAIRED girl stared at the envelope within her hands. Her electrifying violet eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement and another emotion on could not decipher quite easily. "It's that time of the year again."

She hummed softly to herself, opening the envelope careful to not break the seal and read the letter's contents.

To Miss Astra Nightingale,

I, Fate, the host of the Masquerade Ball would like to invite you to play my game. Should you survive all the way to my throne, you will be granted three wishes of your choice. Should you refuse my invitation, you will find that your head will be missing.

All the best,

Fate

"Finally," she murmured, the tips of her lips curving up into a smirk. "It's about time, Fate."

The Masquerade Ball had been originally designed for people to find their destined halves. Now it had turned into a game that Fate played.

And the black-haired girl was determined to end it. "Enjoy your little game while you can, it won't be long before that crown cracks and your blood spills."