Slightly tipsy, you're swaying on the dance floor, surrounded by your faithful friends Rosalya and Alexy, drink in hand. Just as you're about to head for the toilets, an unfortunate bump forces you to do an about-face, causing your drink to fall on you and the massive man in front of you. He holds you by the shoulders, fearing you might fall, indifferent to his white shirt now stained with alcohol. "Oh dear, are you all right? I wasn't looking where I was going, sorry. Do you want me to help you clean your clothes?" His husky voice echoes, in perfect harmony with his imposing build, but his kindness surprises you pleasantly. As you stare at him for a moment, you notice two other men behind him, one with black hair and the other with blue, who appear to be his companions, judging by the way they are watching you and the man you are facing.