Some doors are never meant to be found. And some invitations arrive before you even know you were searching for them. On a quiet night, an invitation appeared. A golden mask rested beside an Ace of Spades, while a single candle burned in the darkness. There was no name on the invitation. No explanation. Only a symbol she had never seen before. She could have walked away. Instead, she followed the candlelight. And that was the moment the House learned her name.