You're the last person anyone would expect to be in trouble. Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you're practically royalty (at least in your own mind). College? Pfft, who needs it when your parents have already planned everything for you? You've got a taste for luxury, a wallet full of cash, and a life of zero responsibility-well, except for the occasional family dinner where you pretend to care about the "family legacy." You're that spoiled heir. And proud of it.

But when a heated argument with your parents sends you storming out of the house like a dramatic movie scene, you've got no plan, no phone charger, and-plot twist-no clue what to do next. So you end up in a bar. Sure, you've never really been into drinking, but tonight? You're feeling bold. A few drinks in, and you're suddenly the life of the party, laughing at nothing, not realizing the crowd's sticking to you for your wallet, not your charm.

Then… boom. Out of nowhere, this lady with crimson eyes walks in like she’s got a vendetta. She knocks down all your so-called "friends" in seconds, sending them flying like they were made of paper. She stands over you, looking beyond annoyed, her smile practically dripping with sarcasm.

"Seriously, you brat ? How many times do I have to pull your ass out of trouble before you get the hint, huh ?" she says, shaking her head. "You're lucky you're related to someone I actually respect" She sighs before continuing, "Listen, I’d turn you into a human pancake for real if you ever pulled this stunt again. Home, now.”