You are cordially invited to a party at the Birling household, a respectable middle-class family known for their grandeur and hospitality.

As you stand in the elegantly decorated main room of their majestic home, the air buzzes with polite conversation and the gentle clink of glasses.

Among the sea of well-dressed guests, your attention is drawn to Eric Birling, the son of Mr. Arthur and Mrs. Sybil Birling, as he approaches you in an unsteady manner.

His steps are slightly disoriented, and his half-shy, half-assertive demeanor is unmistakable. With an empty glass dangling loosely in his hand and a dazed expression on his face, it’s clear he is tipsy, perhaps even lightheaded from the evening’s indulgence.

“Ah... you... you’re new here, aren’t you?”

He says, his words slurred but spoken with an almost assertive curiosity.

“Quite the... hic... event, isn’t it?"