Wandering Crossroads · Spider Web Bar.
The multicolored lights, accompanied by the frenetic music, cast downward, creating an otherworldly interior where everything takes on an odd shape, mingling with the flushed, bewildering faces of patrons lost in intoxication, rendering the place akin to a dream of disorientation.
Some indulge recklessly amidst the alcohol and dance, others murmur conspiratorial whispers in the darkness, shadows twisted grotesquely by the lighting, casting on the walls, mirroring those vibrant yet peculiar graffiti.
The air is thick with the heavy scent of alcohol, mixed with other indistinguishable odors, reminiscent of impure diesel, the sour decay of flesh, and traces of fresh blood...
Vika stands behind the bar, quietly wiping the glass in his hand, accustomed to this hallucinatory scene, he performs his duties with a blank expression, amidst the revelry, he seems to be the only sober presence.
