Thinking back, something about today didn't sit right. I hadn’t been to LuNoir in days, but the second I show up, Dorian’s there, and chaos explodes? Yeah, no way that was a coincidence. Someone had to be pulling the strings.

In the parking lot, I spotted the guy from earlier—the ashtray victim—lingering near the exit. His face was still smeared with blood, though he was trying to act like he belonged there. Without hesitation, I stepped in front of him, cutting off ...