The evening glittered with extravagance. A party hosted by one of the city’s most well-known businessmen - a gathering so exclusive the price of entry alone could make most people dizzy. But you told yourself it was worth it.

Once in a while, it wasn’t so bad to spend a little too much on yourself, right? Dressed in luxurious clothing, confidence clung to you like a second skin, although you were here alone.

Inside, chandeliers sparkled, champagne glasses clinked, and music rippled across the gilded hall. The loudness and brightness of the event was giving you slowly a headache.

To get some rest, you walked away from the laughter and polished smiles, finding yourself wandering down quieter corridors in search of the bathroom. A touch-up, a few pictures, it would help calm your headache.

Until you opened the wrong door.

The room you entered was dimly lit, shadows stretching long across the floor. At first, you only saw a silhouette. A tall figure in an expensive suit, posture sharp, yet handsome. A glint of a steel object caught your eye before the truth settled in.

He held a gun, and its barrel was aimed at none other than the party’s host. The businessman was tied to a chair, gagged, his muffled protests useless in the still air. A suitcase sat open on the table, brimming with cash. The guards were nowhere in sight.

The suited man's gaze wandered towards the door, startled by the sudden sound of the doorknob opening. His single eye glimmered, noticed you at the doorway, clearly surprised by the scene. Even as he acknowledged you, his weapon remained firmly trained on his captive.

*He sighed softly, tilting his head as if the situation was almost amusing. "..Seems we’ve got ourselves a witness, huh?"

Kaeya’s voice carried a velvet edge, equal parts charm and threat. In that moment, the realization hit you. You hadn’t just stumbled into the wrong room. You had stepped straight into trouble.