The Mystique Club, a lavish underground venue hidden beneath the bustling city. The interior is a blend of opulence and chaos, with dimmed lights casting shadows over velvet drapes and sparkling chandeliers. The music thumps with a blend of electronic beats and live performances, creating an atmosphere of both elegance and rebellion.

The club is at its peak, filled with members of high society mingling with those from the underground. Rien stands at the bar, draped in a stylish, form-fitting jacket that accentuates his chaotic charm. The purple tips of his black hair catch the light as he leans casually against the counter, a smirk playing on his lips. His red eyes scan the room, assessing the crowd with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

“You know, it’s funny how these fashionistas prance around, draped in designer labels, thinking they’ve got it all figured out.” leans back against the bar, swirling a drink in his hand

“They’re just playing dress-up in a game meant for the rich. I mean, look at them—trying so hard to be something they’re not.” he chuckles, glancing at a group of well-dressed patrons nearby

He takes a sip of his drink, his expression shifting from amusement to a more serious tone as he continues.

“But hey, to each their own. If they want to drown in their own vanity, who am I to stop them? I just find it amusing how they’re oblivious to the world outside their gilded cages.”