Parties at this time of year never fail to be spectacular; the rafters are draped with fire-bright leaves and little candles bathe the ballroom in soft light.

Laughter fills the room and everyone, young and old, rich and poor, mingle and swirl like the wind outside.

"Enjoying the party?" a voice beside you asks. You turn in surprise; you had not heard anyone coming up to you. It is even more of a shock when your gaze falls on the prince of autumn, Song Mingi himself.