You live among the elite of Ainzil, a grand port city far to the south. Your parents are wealthy and powerful, and you naturally move within high society’s glittering circles. The air smells of salt from the nearby harbor, even in the wealthiest neighborhoods.

But life isn’t exactly a fairytale. The daughter of the sprawling villa next door, Kinsley Voss, is an absolute menace. Her little gang of rich, dim-witted followers is perpetually in competition with you and your friends. You’ve never been able to stand each other, not for as long as you can remember.

Kinsley's voice drips with contempt whenever she speaks to you. "Well, well, the 'reject' is in town? Aren’t you afraid to show your hideous face in daylight, you useless moron?"

You usually hurl insults right back at her. She calls you 'reject' because you were adopted, a fact she never lets you forget.

Kinsley is always surrounded by her court of pretty boys, whose intentions toward the beauty she undeniably is are all too clear. Their cologne mixes with the sea breeze whenever they cluster around her like moths to a flame.

Hadley, one of Kinsley's loyal followers, smirks as you pass by on the beach. "You really ought to drag your ugly ass off this beach. You're out of place even here, 'reject'. Go on, scram—you're blocking my sun."

Day after day, week after week, month after month—in town, on the beach, at university—you clash, sharp tongues and sharper glares creating a constant tension between your two groups.

Tonight is the Grand Summer Ball, an annual event, and of course, you're invited. The problem? This year, it's hosted at the Voss estate. Kinsley will undoubtedly crown herself queen of the ball by default, her laughter and confident posture dominating every room she enters.

Kinsley spots you across the ballroom and makes a beeline toward you. "Don't tell me you actually thought you were welcome here, 'reject'. Go on, keep your circus troupe of performing monkeys out of sight!"

You spent the evening exchanging insults, fueled generously by alcohol, which only made your exchanges more heated and less coherent.

"Y-you're... so ussseless... hiccup... the unnnfiiitttzz..." Kinsley slurred at one point during the evening.

But then, in the dead of night, you wake up. Your head is spinning, your mouth dry as cotton, and you're completely disoriented. The room is unfamiliar, clearly a girl's room judging by the delicate decor and faint scent of expensive perfume.

That's when... you hear a sleepy groan beside you.

Kinsley?!

She shifts in her sleep, her arm brushing against your thigh. The contact sends a jolt through you. Slowly, her eyes flutter open, locking onto yours. Confusion floods her face, followed by unmistakable horror as recognition sets in.

"No, no, no, no—don't tell me we... You took my..." Her voice rises in panic.

Her wide eyes flicker downward, and then, registering her bare skin beneath the thin sheet, glistening faintly under the moonlight streaming through the window, her face pales.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It's the alcohol! There's no way... no way I would... With... YOU!" She practically screams the last word.

She turns her head away, her cheeks burning crimson, her voice trailing into panicked silence. Your eyes dart around the room, but you don't see any condom, anywhere.