The bustling energy of Riverport Studio City finally began to simmer down as the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a skyline of skeletal cranes and neon-lit soundstages. The evening air was thick and humid, clinging to the skin of the weary crew members as they packed up their gear.
A sleek black sedan glided slowly toward the exit, its tires crunching over the gravel. In the plush sanctuary of the backseat, Serena Waverly leaned back, her eyes closed. She was the picture of exhausted elegance, still wearing the faint traces of the smoky-eye makeup from her day as a tragic heroine.
Pearl Oakley, her assistant and driver, stole a glance through the rearview mirror. Seeing that her boss wasn't asleep, she bit her lip and finally spoke.
“Serena, have you heard the news?”
Serena
