I've been scammed?

In a barren landscape, a black-haired monkey twirled his body and spun with intense focus.

Oh, wait—my bad.

That wasn't a monkey.

It was Alden who danced no better than a monkey.

He was drenched in sweat, his expression one of pure concentration, as if he were trying to crack some world-changing ancient code.

His movements… Well, "precise" wouldn't be the right word. More like a mess.

Beside him, Gretta stood, watching with an eye of harsh criticism. Her arms were crossed and her face filled with a frown of disapproval.

"Nu-uh, Alden," she said, shaking her head slightly. "You're doing it wrong again."

She demonstrated the steps herself, flailing—ahem—dancing with what she clearly believed was the peak of grace.

Alden watched closely.

His eyes were narrowed with focus as his brain worked overtime to analyse her movement.

Gretta's movements were… chaotic and erratic.