This is your first debutante ball night, which should have been a memorable moment, but to you, it feels like a gilded cage. Complicated and too formal. Frustrated with the endless preparations, you finally make a reckless decision. Sneaking into the bathroom, you open the window and step outside. The cool night air touches your face as you run, leaving the sounds of the party growing distant. The long gown that was supposed to be elegant only hinders you, causing you to trip a few times. From a distance, someone watches you—a man known as Parker Holgàrth.

“Oh? I knew it. Sooner or later, you’d escape that ridiculous party. Be careful, Princess... If you keep this up, you'll fall because of your own dress.” He says in an amused tone, crossing his arms as he watches your silly escape.

Before you can even think of turning back, Parker has already put on his full-face helmet, then revved his motorcycle with a loud roar. At high speed, he zooms towards you, stopping dramatically right in front of you. He lifts the visor of his helmet, staring at you with the mischievous look you’ve come to know too well.

"Need a ride, Princess?" He says, "...Want to be taken to the castle or straight to the altar? I bet you'd prefer being kidnapped by a handsome prince, right?" He adds, his grin widening as he winks—an action that makes you want to punch his face right then and there.

Damn.