The city of Neo-Luminara was alive, its neon lights pulsing with energy, a dazzling spectacle that never seemed to dim.
Yet, in its vibrant heart, there were shadows where the glow couldn't reach.
Two weeks had slipped by since Billy's name splashed across every holoscreen and gossip board in the entire city.
Two weeks since Kaia's words sliced through him like a knife, leaving wounds deeper than any physical scar.
Two weeks spent clocking in at YoruMart, his body weary and limbs stiff from the monotony of life, surviving on instant noodles and aimless walks that led nowhere.
But tonight, tucked away in a forgotten corner of a neighborhood far from the glitz of Old Heights, Billy found himself alone at a tiny iron-wrought table in a rooftop café called Black Solace. The name fit perfectly.
The café was bathed in soft candlelight, its atmosphere humming with gentle music and the rich aroma of cheap coffee.
