Fantasy Bar

The sign above the building glowed in violet neon: FANTASY. The letters pulsed faintly as though alive, casting strange shadows on the cracked pavement below. From the outside, it looked like any other nightclub in the city, loud music, flashing lights, and men stumbling out with lipstick stains and empty wallets.

Valerius parked the car with sharp precision, the engine growling before falling silent. Chloe climbed out, her heels clicking against the pavement, her nerves ...