The city awakens as darkness falls, neon lights spilling from countless bars and clubs into the streets. Inside the Splendour Vouge, Aria drowns her anguish in glass after glass of liquor, seeking oblivion through intoxication. Bottle after bottle slides across her table, yet the alcohol fails to dull the relentless ache consuming her heart. The bitter burn of each drink offers no relief—her pain runs deeper than any spirit can reach. She needs more. More bottles. More numbness. Anything to escape the torment threatening to destroy her.