On the far edge of Brinehurst, away from the noise and traffic of the city center, a mountain ridge rose like a dark wall against the horizon. A narrow, winding path led up its slopes, the kind of trail that locals sometimes took for a weekend walk or a quiet escape.
At the summit, the view stretched wide, Brinehurst laid out in miniature below, its streets and rooftops bathed in the pale haze of city light.
It wasn't a tourist hotspot. Not like the parks, museums, and skyline platforms closer to the wealthy districts. This was quieter, overlooked, and in many ways forgotten. Which made what sat halfway up the mountain all the more surprising.
Nestled into the slope was a sprawling restaurant complex, far larger than anything one would expect to find here. Wide enough to host two thousand guests, the venue could easily rival some of the city's most popular wedding halls.
