Eve's POV.
The night was still, almost eerily quiet, as I slipped out of my apartment. The chaos of the club, the blinding lights, the crashing music, had left my mind in overdrive. I couldn’t sleep; my thoughts refused to settle. Images of what I’d seen earlier kept flashing in my mind—reminders of frustration, confusion, and a gnawing sense of helplessness. I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white, and drove aimlessly, letting the city lights blur into a soft streak of colors. My chest was tight, my heartbeat erratic, yet I couldn’t stop. Something inside demanded movement, a release from the storm that was raging inside me.
After what felt like endless minutes of wandering, I stumbled upon a smaller, calmer pub tucked into a quiet street. Its soft neon sign buzzed faintly, cas
