Elina’s POV

I wouldn’t describe my time with Babel as a blast or anything, but it was… refreshing. Babel had transformed the room into a concert hall—the kind where classical masterpieces echo from polished stages and velvet-draped balconies. The popular D minor version of Beethoven’s Für Elise played on slow repeat, haunting and elegant, wrapping around the dimly lit space like silk. The lighting had shifted, too, warm and moody, giving the room that same hushed reverence ...