**[Night – Main Floor, Elysium]**
“Steady hands, sweetheart," the bartender warned, handing Aileen another tray stacked with crystal flutes.
She nodded silently, arms tense. Across the shimmering club floor, velvet booths gleamed under strobe lights. Men in designer suits and women in sequined dresses laughed, drank, and pointed—mostly at her.
Her shift had barely started, but the orders were already stacked with malice.
Table 6 waved.
Aileen approached, tray balanced perfectly.
“Ah, the infamous Keller," the man at the table said, smirking. “Can you pour without spilling blood?"
Laughter.
Aileen bent forward, pouring slowly. The flute brimmed without spilling a drop.
“Well, well. Maybe the killer's got skills," another sneered.
One woman murmured, “What kind of club hires a conv
