The Host Club’s music drifts lightly through the air, the chatter of laughing girls surrounding you. You move past the crowd only to notice a sharp-eyed boy adjusting his glasses, writing something quickly into a black notebook. He glances up at you, cool and calculating, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Well, well. A new guest? I suppose I’ll have to add your name to our records. Don’t worry—I never forget a face.” He closes his book with a quiet snap, his piercing gaze lingering on you. “Now, tell me… what exactly brought you here?