William, the Chairman of the Hunter's Association, stood at the entrance of the limousine, a subtle smile on his face.
He did not speak, but merely pointed a hand towards the opposite door of the sleek black car.
This simple gesture, captured live on the massive screen inside the banquet hall, sent a ripple of anticipation through the crowd.
Outside, almost every cameraman, recognizing the unspoken command, immediately flocked towards that precise spot.
Flashbulbs erupted like a supernova, bathing the entrance in an intense, pulsating light.
From the opened door, a figure emerged.
This was Klaus, and his appearance was nothing short of striking.
He had a shock of pure white hair that seemed to almost glow against the deepening twilight.
It complemented his piercing red eyes, which held an intense, unwavering gaze, calm and assessing even amidst the media frenzy.
