The sun has set, but a deep gold light brightens the ballroom turned high society gathering hall. Sofas cover the entire hall floor, all bundled to form wall-less rooms around a short table to put their glasses of liquor. Despite the simple settings, people cover the entire hall. They all talk with fake smiles and cigars between their fingers.
Sil sits in one of the dozens of sofas spread across the entire hall. He takes a sip from the glass that hangs on the light grasp of his fingertips. His eyes gaze at the whiskey tumbler, but his mind floats to somewhere else. Although noblemen and female attendants surround him, their laughs and small talks do not register to his ears.
However, one sound in the hall suddenly registers, and his eyes regain their focus. He looks up from his glass and watches a lady accompanying two noblemen. He straightens his back as his eyes follow the beauty. He notices the surrounding suddenly go quiet as the beauty passes by.
