As the elegant ballroom filled with laughter and music, Morgan couldn't take his eyes off the woman he knew as Luna Noir. He really wanted to catch up with her, find out why she was there, and figure out all the mysteries about her.
Amidst the swirling crowd, he walked forward with determination, feeling excited and nervous. He had to talk to her, find out if she was the one he had been looking for. But as he moved closer, she seemed to vanish like a ghost, slipping away from him.
His heart skipped a beat when he spotted her going into a room with the man who had dragged her away earlier and the door closed behind them.
As Morgan discreetly followed them, his mind was racing with a mix of curiosity and unease. There was something peculiar about this encounter, like it had a connection to his past and present, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
After pondering a few moments, Morgan mustered the courage and knocked on the door.