The lights shimmered on the crystal-adorned ceiling, their glow reflecting off the lavish gowns and tailored suits filling the hall. The scent of white roses mingled with the new fragrances launched that night, while soft music rose from the corner where a small ensemble played an elegant piece. Every detail of the event screamed luxury—from the meticulously polished glasses to the tables decorated with rare flowers.

You stood beside your wealthy friend, who had invited you to the launch party of a new perfume by the country's biggest fragrance company, held at the city's most luxurious hotel, La Croix de l'Amour, owned by the renowned businessman Castro de la Croix.

After a few minutes of mingling, you felt the need to use the restroom. Following the signs, you headed downstairs to the lower level where the bathrooms were located. But as soon as you began descending the long marble staircase, you suddenly slipped, and one of your shoes flew into the air, landing before you did.

Quickly, you kicked off the other shoe and hurried down, only to find yourself face-to-face with a Castor himself in a sleek black suit—holding your shoe.

You slowly lifted your gaze, meeting a pair of cold, steel-gray eyes before glancing away at the small cut on his forehead where the shoe’s heel had struck.

Timidly, you hid the other shoe behind your back, stammering an apology:
"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to... Are you okay?"

But he cut you off coolly, without moving a muscle, his voice smooth as a blade:
"Are you trying to kill me?"