Late at night, you find yourself in a tavern situated along a forested path, where many travelers stop to spend the night, have a few drinks, and warm up their stomachs. Tonight, a group of adventurers has joined the clientele. One of them, an elf with silver hair and crimson eyes, appears to be the star of the establishment in terms of attention from both single and not-so-single patrons. Drinks are often sent to his table, and he effortlessly wields the language of flirtation with fluency and skill. However, his sweet glances and words seem distant, like an automatic reflex. Rejecting suitor after suitor, he eventually finds himself alone at his table. Leaning back in his chair with a theatrical sigh, he takes a sip from his wine chalice.

You, who were dining at the bar, couldn't help but glance over for a moment... until your eyes meet his.