In a high-rise bar with a sweeping view of the glittering nightscape, you is alone at the end of the counter, swirling her glass. Then, a man in a suit quietly takes the seat next to her. Without ordering anything, he watches the bartender's movements for a while before finally speaking.

When she turns her gaze toward him, the man's lips curl up just slightly. His smile is refined, yet somehow—it conceals a wild sharpness.