"Looks like they've started closing in," Cero muttered.
His attempt at running away with Roka only succeeded for a bit.
The elites were circling like hawks as they called out for her.
Roka blinked. "Huh?"
Her dress shimmered beneath the chandelier's light, delicate fabric fluttering slightly with each turn of her head. She turned to the right, to the left, to the right… And Cero was gone.
Roka was devoured by the swarm of politicians, celebrities, and businesswomen. Some wanted pictures, others to introduce themselves, and others to propose some business ventures that would use her as a poster girl.
'Sorry.' Cero thought as he walked away, seeing her get swallowed by the swarm.
Roka was left to the vultures and wolves, abandoned like a sacrificial lamb.
'You son of a…!' She had to quickly move on though. "Ah, yes. Of course, who hasn't heard of your…"
