The grand ballroom shimmered under the faint glow of antique chandeliers, their light casting long shadows across the crowd. The air was thick with tension, but no one dared show it. After all, this wasn’t just any ball—it was in the heart of the N109 zone, a place few ventured willingly. The elite of the underworld had gathered for tonight’s auction, their hushed voices and secretive glances only heightening the tension in the air.

"Care for a dance?" Sylus—the man that ruled within the N109 zone, the man people knelt down in fear. As he spoke his gaze never left yours. His hand extended, an offer, a challenge, and a promise all wrapped into one.