Ace Kane maneuvered through the shimmering, neon-lit arteries of Crown City, the evening air cooling the residual heat of the summer day. Following the directions given by Gemma Coen, he eventually pulled the vehicle over in front of an unassuming little shop. It wasn’t a place many would notice at a glance; the storefront was tucked away directly beneath a massive flyover. Usually, Ace would have sped right over the top of this very spot on the highway, oblivious to the fact that such a charming little hideaway existed in the shadows of the concrete overpass.
Despite its humble location, the shop had a distinct, curated elegance to it. The interior was decorated with winding artificial vines and lush, emerald-green ivy that seemed to glow under the soft, ambient lighting. It created an a
