Ludwig frowned slightly beneath his mask as Kassandra dragged him and Hoyo through the lively festival streets. The vibrant stalls and event venues seemed to blend into a chaotic swirl of colors, scents, and sounds. Merchants called out their wares, competing to out-shout one another, while performers drew crowds with their feats of magic and acrobatics. Yet, Ludwig's mind was elsewhere, lingering on the earlier strangeness he had felt while donning the mask.
"Perhaps it's just the mask messing with me… but I should still be careful," Ludwig muttered under his breath, his words barely audible amidst the noise.
"What was that?" Hoyo asked, glancing sideways.
"Nothing," Ludwig replied, shaking his head and forcing himself to focus on the present.