Sean's visit was partly to oversee Sacredice's operations with the bonus of participating in a car race.

"Phillip, how do you think this suit will look for my date with Norah tomorrow?" Sean inquired, holding up a silver-grey suit that boasted a precise cut and elegant design, epitomizing sophistication.

Phillip hesitated, his words taking a few detours in his mind before finally making their way out. “It suits you well. But, Mr. Scott, it seems Miss Wilson has gone to Flame Club to seek the company of men."