~The Arrival~

It was a dark and stormy night when Enza arrived at the mansion. He could hear the rain pounding on the roof and feel the cool breeze on his face. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to steady his nerves.

As he walked through the front gate, two guards emerged from the shadows. "Who are you?" they shouted, their voices echoing through the night.

"Enza Smith. I was invited to the party," Enza said, holding up his invitation.

One of the guards grumbled and stepped aside. "Very well, you may enter."

Enza stepped inside and was met with the sound of laughter and chatter. The air was thick with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon. The room was filled with people, all dressed to the nines.

Enza scanned the room, looking for someone he recognized. He saw his old friend, Qixan, standing nearby. "Enza! Over here!" she shouted, waving at him.

Enza waded through the sea of people, his feet sinking into the soft carpet with each step. He finally arrived at Qixan's side, breathing heavily.

She introduced him to a few people, all of whom seemed to be in high spirits. "The party doesn't seem so bad, does it?" Qixan asked, smiling at him.

"No, it doesn't," Enza said, feeling a bit more at ease.

As the night wore on, Enza found himself relaxing and enjoying the company of the people around him. He met new friends and talked about old memories, all while soaking in the atmosphere of the mansion and the mystery that lay hidden within.

As the party came to a close, Enza thanked Qixan for the invitation and made his way out of the mansion, his mind bubbling with possibilities and questions about what the future held.