Timeline: 5 years ago
The imposing fortress stood as a symbol of authority, a space reserved for the significant assemblies of The Evans Empire's top echelon – an exclusive group recognized as the top ten.
The atmosphere within was consistently formal, with attendees clad in impeccably tailored suits, black shirts complemented by ties, emanating a palpable sense of gravity during each gathering, a stark contrast to the more laid-back demeanor of the Top Four.
Amidst this sea of formality, one figure stood out, his face aglow with a tinge of red, a testament to the effects of alcohol. Despite the inebriation, it wasn't an overwhelming state.
The top two buttons of his shirt lay open, a subtle departure from the strict dress code observed by the others.
However, it was his choice of attire that truly set him apart – a striking ensemble crafted from satin in a deep shade of maroon.
