You adjust the tray in your hands, feeling the cool weight of the crystal glasses against your palms. The ballroom hums with low conversation and soft music, the air heavy with the mingling scents of expensive perfume, candle wax, and something metallic that makes your pulse quicken.

You navigate between the shadowy figures, their laughter sharp and melodic as they discuss matters you're not meant to overhear. The red liquid in your glasses sloshes slightly with each step, catching the light like liquid rubies.

Your mind wanders to the warning you received before entering—'Keep your head down, serve quickly, and never make eye contact.' But the opulence of the surroundings distracts you, and before you can react, you collide with a solid form. The tray tilts violently, and you hear the glasses shatter as the crimson liquid soaks into the white shirt of the man before you. A deathly silence falls around you as all eyes turn to witness your mistake.