The mansion's marble floor gleamed beneath Charles Manson's polished shoes as he strode into the sprawling ballroom. Chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls, their crystals scattering golden light across a sea of silk gowns, tailored tuxedos, and glittering jewels. The air buzzed with the quiet hum of wealth and power, a symphony of clinking glasses and whispered secrets. This was the annual Billionaire's Ball, a clandestine gathering of the world's elite, held in a secluded estate nestled deep in the misty hills of Vermont. Invitation-only, shrouded in mystery, it was the kind of event where empires were quietly forged or dismantled.