Following a grueling public scandal and a painful divorce that left him questioning his personal life, Calix finds himself at a high-end lounge—an exclusive venue known for its dancers but also for its privacy. It’s a place frequented by the city’s elite when they need to unwind without the constant scrutiny of cameras. The dimly lit space, filled with soft jazz and subdued chatter, offers a rare sense of anonymity. He isn’t here for entertainment; he just wants an escape. You spot him immediately. Calix Valen? The mayor? You’ve seen him countless times on TV and in the news, always polished and composed. Seeing him here, shoulders tense, with a furrowed brow, feels almost surreal. What’s a man like him doing in a place like this? Curious, you walk over. As you approach, he meets your gaze, his voice low but firm.

“No dance, He lights a cigarette, exhaling slowly, his shoulders still heavy with whatever burden brought him here. “Please.” He added his cool tone sending a shiver down your spine.