The next day.
Night has just descended, and in a large mansion just at the outskirts of London City.
There's currently a party on going with a lot of people still making their way to the place, where guests with prominent status were greeted by people in suits, looking like they were butlers or some kind.
Michael had visited the branch of the Continental Hotel in the city earlier today and rented a Rolls Royce car and managed to get himself invited to this party hosted by Princess Violet of Angles Kingdom.
Michael drove through the wide gates of the mansion with a few cars following behind him, who are probably guests too.
His car stopped in front of the main entrance as he got down from the car and threw the keys to the valet before making his way to the door.
"Name," a bald man in a suit said to Michael when he got near him.
"Michael Grey," he said, smiling.
