From the moment Jin Claye stepped into the grand noble mansion of Lord Connor Claye, the atmosphere grew tense. The maids, who had been busy with their chores, quickly scattered, avoiding any chance of crossing paths with him. Everyone in the estate knew Jin's reputation—he was a known troublemaker, a delinquent who had stirred up chaos in a neighboring territory.
Jin wandered through the hallway with no clear direction, his hands in his pockets, his eyes scanning the walls as if he didn't care where he was going. His footsteps echoed against the polished floors, and the maids he passed lowered their gazes, not daring to meet his eyes.
One maid, carrying a tray with a steaming cup of tea, tried to move aside quickly. But in her nervousness, she stumbled. The tray tilted, and the hot tea flew through the air. Jin reacted fast, dodging just in time. The tea splashed onto the floor, and the ceramic cup shattered into pieces at his feet.
