The atmosphere in the studio that used to belong to Valentino but is now being taken over by a new overlord is heavy with uncertainty. Employees walked through the studio's halls like wary ghosts, their movements guarded and measured. The familiar sounds of clattering heels, hushed conversation, and the steady hum of industry were now eerily absent, leaving behind a void that even the bright neon lights couldn't fill.

In the shadows, a few employees huddled together, exchanging glances and whispers. Their eyes darted to the exit, their minds undoubtedly considering the option of escape.