The sun poured its gentle glow over the balcony, embracing the figure who stood there with a glass of Chateau Mouton Rothschild red wine. He swirled the cup in his hands for a few minutes before taking a slow, appreciative sip.
He stood elegantly in a well-polished black suit, simple black trousers, and a striking red tie. His sharp, green eyes observed the beautiful scenery of the garden below.
The birds chirped in a harmonious symphony, butterflies dancing delicately atop the flowers.
The air suddenly shifted, and the birds flew away, scattering with loud, startled noises.
The man pinched his nose in annoyance. "Apparently, some people have no sense of privacy. I think you should learn it," he said, shooting a sharp glare at the figure who had just leaped onto his balcony from below.
"That's rude, considering I'm here to help you," Mask's voice echoed back with a playful chuckle.
"And who might you be?" The man, Ronald, turned to see the figure clearly.
