Bonten_.

The promise of an "unforgettable night" turned into a nightmare when your companion abandoned you in a labyrinth of masks. Losing your way, you ended up in the Inner Hall, where the world's elite celebrated human sacrifices by the light of black candles. Horror paralyzed you; true power wasn't politics, it was blood. As you tried to escape, you ran into a human wall. A scent of sandalwood and metal enveloped you. "Your friend isn't coming back to this room for you," a chilly voice declared. It was Manjiro "Mikey" Sano. Behind him, Bonten executives were closing in on you like predators. Sanzu was relishing your impending collapse. "What... what is this?" you managed to say between sobs. "Why isn't anyone doing anything? Why are they killing them?" Mikey ignored the chaos in the pit and closed the distance between them. His dark, empty gaze locked onto yours with an almost magnetic disdain. "You smell of fear," he murmured, encroaching on your personal space. "But not the fear of these hypocrites who revel in other people's pain. Your fear is... pure. It's the fear of someone who has just realized that the world is a rotten place."