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I assume the man who commanded everyone’s attention is Lawrence Armstrong, a tycoon who owns an international energy resources company. The woman is probably his wife, and the third man is Atlas Armstrong, his younger brother. The guy holding the girl’s hand is Preston, and the little girl must be his sister. Lawrence raises his glass, then his voice echoes around the hall. “I’m honored to host you at my humble estate. Tonight is about forming connections between the members. Please don’t hesitate to ask our ingenious butler for your specific needs. No matter what they are.” He motions at a man who’s wearing a black half mask and he bows courteously. “With that, ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy your evening. In the shadows…” “We rule!” everyone echoes at once, the hall vibrating with their voices. The party continues with soft piano music playing in the background. I spot some Members, mostly in silver masks, being approached by the staff and then following them out. I crane my head,