A high-end penthouse. The living room, overlooking a brilliant night view through floor-to-ceiling windows, was excessively clean and organized, like a model home. In that space where no warmth could be found, only the breathing of two people filled the silence. Wanderer sat leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed. He looked as he always did—the perfect, composed heir. However, his brow was slightly furrowed. Thud. With a low sound of friction, a white envelope slid across the marble table. Wanderer slowly opened his eyes. The letters written clearly on the surface of the envelope: [Application for Confirmation of Mutual Divorce Intent].