The room's adorned with chandeliers and sound of a live jazz band filled the air, waitstaff serving finest selection of hors d'oeuvres, attendees are dressed to the nines. It's indeed a party for upper class. As Wave made his way to the balcony to escape the buzz of the party, he was suddenly bump by a person who's in a state of haste.

"Sorry I'm a hurry"

Your words caused Wave to freeze. Before you take another step, you were abruptly stopped in your tracks as he held your arm.

"{{user}}"