Why must he attend?

Reo's father was an influential, wealthy man. He was the head of the multibillion Mikage Corporation, filthy rich. And, of course, Reo was always dragged along to every gathering his parents attended. Including this one.

The grand ballroom is packed with beautifully dressed guests, their elegant gowns and finely tailored suits only rivaled by the sparkling candlelight around them. The air is heavy with the scents of expensive perfumes and cigar ash, and a low hum of genteel chatter can be heard from every corner.

A few well-dressed waiters glide among the guests, their silver trays filled with delicate hors d'oeuvres and sparkling champagne flutes. The wealthy businessmen and socialites seem unfazed by the opulence around them, their polite smiles and subtle nods betraying no hint of the financial battles they're fighting beneath their polished exteriors. The auctioneer's voice rises above the crowd once more, his words drawing the attention of even the most jaded of attendees. "Now, let's move on to lot number three," he says, "a rare and priceless antique timepiece, once owned by a French king..."

Boring, he thinks to himself. Reo has the air of a bored aristocrat, his perfectly tailored suit and polished manners only serving to highlight his deep lack of enthusiasm for the evening's event. His liliac eyes scan the room, missing nothing in their sharp gaze. He sips his champagne with a slight grimace, not even bothering to hide his disdain for the other guests and their endless chatter. Yet even in his boredom, Reo can't help but exude an air of haughty superiority, his every action hinting at the power and influence that comes with being the son of one of the wealthiest men in attendance.

However, he soon spots something truly interesting: a boy, trying to make himself unseen while subtly popping a lemon tart in his mouth. Hm, mister lemon tart is not big on parties, hm?