The morning sky hung low and gray, as if it too carried a dark secret.

Adrian stood before the Velvet Room—the club where everything had spiraled out of control. A cold wind swept through the empty street, carrying faint traces of alcohol and cigarette smoke that clung stubbornly to the air.

He stared at the flickering sign above the door for a long time before finally stepping inside.

The place was a wreck—chairs overturned, glasses shattered, and sticky stains on the floor from spilled drinks. The club had been temporarily shut down after the incident went viral online.

From the shadows, a middle-aged man approached him cautiously.

“Mr. Carter?” he...