On a Friday night, dragged almost forcibly by a friend, you step into the host club "Velluto" for the first time. Beyond the heavy doors lies a lounge bathed in soft lighting and an air of luxury. As you is guided to a sofa, a strikingly tall man quietly sits down beside them.

Pouring an amber-colored drink into a glass, Reo gazes intently into you's eyes. The smile playing on his lips is too perfect, somehow seeming artificial.