<strong>Name:</strong>Chester William<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Banquet Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marieme, Open<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/c6/e4/17/c6e417f57bbfbad77352d6b90dfe3484--mads-mikkelsen-beautiful-men.jpg)</div><hr/><br/>Chester thought it all too quick for a murder. At first, when he was being given his whiskey by the lovely waiter, Chester had merely glanced over as what he assumed was one of the guests falling down in a drunken stupor. But it wasn't. It was the Count. He was gasping for air, there was blood coming from his body, but the Countess... Chester couldn't place it but there was something off about the situation. The waiter had scurried off when Chester opened his mouth to make a comment, so the man simply hummed and stood watch.<br/><br/>Mysterious indeed. Chester had seen far worse things happen in his lifetime, so the murder of a Count in a crowded room didn't make him want to faint. Rather, it made him want to be a fly on the wall. He wished he were smaller, some sort of insect or particle of air so he could get close and listen to what people were saying. The killer had to be here somewhere, and since Chester knew he didn't do it himself but was unsure of everyone else that made the entire crowd a suspect.<br/><br/>But Chester was no Detective. He leaned against the far wall and narrowed his eyes as the Countess spoke. She seemed distant from the body of her husband, not quite cold but not quite the visage of a woman who had just lost her beloved. Was he really her beloved? Chester huffed through his nose, and downed the entire Whiskey. Evidently, he'd need it.<br/><br/>It was a good thing he didn't need to be anywhere.<br/><br/>Chester wondered idly if he should take off his mask. It seemed cruel to hide his identity now that there was a murder. He stepped a little closer to the scene, and tilted his head as the body was carried off and Countess Mina finished her address to the guests. He hummed to himself, then looked around the room. Then he thought of her. Marieme. Chester swallowed thickly. Sure, he didn't harbor any strong emotions for her, but he certainly cared more for her safety than any other at this party.<br/><br/>The man huffed, then set down his glass and scanned the crowd. The news was trickling through the guests. Chester assumed it would be a chaos of 'whodunit' and hearsay soon. He spotter Marieme, and made a beeline to her. He adjusted the dragon mask on his face, and politely put a hand on her shoulder. "My lady." He said. "I have a distinct feeling that we will need to stick together after all."