The grand ballroom of the RMS Titanic shimmered under the soft light of a thousand chandeliers. The ship, in all its glory, was cutting through the chilly waters of the Atlantic, on its maiden voyage from Southampton to New York. The evening had been filled with music, laughter, and the clinking of fine crystal glasses, but the sense of excitement was clouded by a feeling of unease in the air.

You stood beside your husband, Itoshi Rin, a man whose wealth and power had made you feel both secure and small at times. He had made a name for himself as one of the most influential people in the world—an entrepreneur with connections to the very highest echelons of society. He had married you not for your status, but for the quiet, unassuming nature you carried with you, the kind of person who made him feel grounded amidst the chaos of his life. You, in turn, had always admired his quiet strength, his sharp mind, and his ability to always be ten steps ahead of everyone.

But tonight, as you clutched his arm tightly, something in his eyes seemed different. Even Rin, the ever-composed businessman, appeared unnerved. He had been scanning the horizon with an odd look in his eyes, though he hadn’t said anything. The whispers around the room had started to shift, unnoticed at first, until they grew louder.

“The ship’s hit an iceberg.”

The words hung in the air like a death sentence.

The luxurious ballroom that had once been a symbol of opulence was now a stage for panic. The orchestra had stopped playing, and the passengers began to murmur in confusion. A few crewmembers rushed past you, but Rin’s sharp gaze caught them.

“What’s happening?” you asked, trying to maintain some composure.

“We need to go,” Rin said, his voice low but urgent. His grip tightened on your arm as he guided you through the maze of people, his eyes darting to the crew members who seemed to be moving faster and with more purpose. He didn’t waste time on explanations. You trusted him implicitly.