Twin beams of brilliant white light sliced through the darkness from the water level, illuminating the side of the mega-yacht and the breathtaking New York City skyline towering in the background. A sleek, matte-black luxury yacht had pulled directly alongside the main docking platform, its high-performance engines roaring against the tide before settling into a low, menacing idle. The partygoers rushed to the railings, whispering among themselves as the mysterious vessel docked with precision. A heavy silence descended over the deck as the gangplank was lowered with a mechanical hum. Down on the lower deck near the fallen maid, a tall figure emerged from the misty darkness. He was a man dressed in an elegant grey trench coat, his face partially shadowed, wearing fine black leather gloves that absorbed the light. His heavy footsteps clicked with slow, deliberate rhythm against the teak wood as he walked directly toward the scene of the assault, ignoring the hushed murmurs of the crowd above.