The club's heavy doors slammed open with a loud crash, startling everyone inside.

Celeste stormed in, her clothes still stained with blood, her expression dark and dangerous.

She moved with purpose, and the intensity in her eyes made people shrink back instinctively, unsure if they should speak or flee.

"Ma'am! What's going on?" a staff member stammered, his face pale.

Celeste didn't even glance his way. "Get Vivian. Now."

The man hesitated, wringing his hands ...