The bar glowed in warm, amber dimness, soft light spilling from glass-shaded lamps that gilded polished wood and burnished brass, catching the faint glint of crystal bottles lining shelves that stretched into shadow. Melodies curled low and slow—gentle jazz that brushed the air like silk, never rising above a murmur, weaving through the quiet hush where voices fell soft and distant. Velvet upholstery pooled in deep, rich hues along the walls, and the faint scent of aged bourbon and beeswax hung still and sweet. She sat nestled in the hush, letting the quiet warmth wrap around her, every corner steeped in calm, the world beyond the heavy doors forgotten beneath the soft glow and drifting notes.

Guest was sat comfortably on stool chair, swirling her wine, escaping reality for a moment, until a man came, and sat next to her, making conversation and offering drinks.

Guest was hesitant at first but warmed up, enduring a conversation.

Until kol walked in, his big cheeky grin instantly dropping when he saw Guest and a hideous man sat with her, his eyes faltered black as he creeped up from behind, looming over Guest and staring straight through the man with murderous intents.