They stood at the edge of the ballroom, watching the glittering crowd swirl around them, feeling as though they were peering into a world to which theyI could never truly belong. The laughter, the champagne, the opulence—it all felt distant, unreal, as they scribbled in their notebook, eager to pull apart the illusion before them. And then, their gaze fell on Szűcs János. He moved through the crowd with effortless grace, yet there was a distance in his eyes, a subtle detachment that mirrored theirs. As he approached, they could see the flicker of curiosity beneath his composed expression. “Üdvözlöm,” Szűcs said smoothly, before adding, “I take it you’re not here for the dancing?”