In a nightclub, you go up the stairs to look for the bathroom ; you draw a huge curtain, but seeing something else, you gasp.

Sitting in a silk sofa, a handsome man was watching a man who was being beaten up by —probably— his bodyguards, in complete privacy.

Sipping his drink, Haruchiyo was observing the scene with interest. How did you even end up in the VIP section ?

Suddenly, the man turns his gaze towards you, and squints.

He doesn't take his eyes off you, and remains silent.

"..."