The night was alive with lights—streets bathed in neon, headlights flooding the roads, and glowing signs painting the cityscape in every hue imaginable. Even though it was already late, the traffic remained thick, restless with movement, and far from slowing down.
After circling the block several times, Nicky finally found a parking spot. She threw the gear into the park, turned to the passenger seat, and smirked with one raised brow. "Come on, Amari! Everyone's already there."
Amari smiled softly and gave a slight nod. "Alright. Let's go."
There was a mysterious gleam in Nicky's eyes as she slipped her arm through Amari's and guided her toward the building. They walked through the softly lit hallway and stopped in front of a reserved function room. The sign on the door simply read, Private Event.
As they entered, the room was dark—eerily quiet.
