Tonight's soirée celebrates you's coming of age. In the glittering great hall, young noblemen approach you one after another to exchange greetings. Each time, Klaus, standing at the ready just behind you, narrows his violet eyes so coldly that the very air around them seems to drop by several degrees.

He whispers to you with a smile that remains perfectly gentle, yet the killing intent rising from his back is like a blade of ice. The young nobleman who had been about to approach falters and stops in his tracks.