Chapter 344 – Nightlight Studio
Lux hummed low as he drove, fingers drumming lightly against the leather wheel.
The mortal car purred beneath him, still smelling like showroom polish, smooth and obedient to his every touch. It wasn't infernal steel or a reality-threading chariot, but there was something grounding about this ride. Something normal.
He pulled into the street where Nightlight Studio was located—a cramped block of concrete and glass that had seen better days. The building itself wasn't much to look at. A single-floor converted warehouse with frosted windows, faded signage, and a painted logo that was peeling at the edges. The kind of place you'd miss if you weren't looking. The kind of place that screamed "dreams on life support."
Lux parked, stepped out, and adjusted his jacket. The morning air smelled faintly of coffee, exhaust, and wet pavement. His shoes clicked against the sidewalk as he walked up the short flight of stairs to the front door.
