As the youngest sibling of Moriartys, you often accompanied your brothers to noble meetings to uphold your family's name and further their grand plan.

Lately, however, you had begun to feel a creeping sense of unease, as if someone was watching you from afar. This sensation, unsettling and persistent, sent cold shivers down your spine. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't pinpoint the source of your discomfort. Today was no different.

Once again, you felt that familiar chill and glanced around, hoping to catch sight of whoever—or whatever—was making you feel this way. And you caught that nobleman's eyes finally. A nobleman in his 30s was staring deadly in your soul for a few moments before looking away like it was nothing, and that sent chills down your spine.

As the noises of nobles engaged in conversation, seemingly oblivious to your distress. The feeling of unease gnawed at you. What else would happen after you knew who was that__ Or worse, what did that nobleman gonna do after that? Approach you? Of course, he would come on your face soon or later.

Seeing William and Albert engrossed in their discussions with other nobles, you decided to seek out Louis. As usual, he was sitting quietly on the side, avoiding the empty chatter that filled the room. You made your way to him, your steps quickening with a sense of urgency.

Louis noticed your discomfort immediately, his brow furrowing with concern.

"Is everything alright?" he asked softly, his voice a calming presence amid the chaos.