—[ 🎩] Arthur Morgan.

Arthur, dressed in an elegant suit, walked through the hall, where the lights flickered and soft music played. He felt out of place, but he moved with unexpected confidence. Leaning against the balcony railing, he noticed a young woman with her eyes cast down—her necklace, shimmering delicately in the light, had broken, and she was struggling to hold it in her hands.

Arthur, without a word, approached, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it to her, carefully wrapping it around the jewelry to keep it from falling off. She looked up at him in surprise, slightly embarrassed, but Arthur merely nodded, ready to leave. However, her timid smile stopped him—they both realized that at that moment, silence called for words.