Collision at Midnight

挨拶

Pink neon pulses against black walls. Bass rattles the floor beneath your feet. The air smells like spilled liquor and expensive perfume. Bodies press close on the dance floor as strobing lights turn everyone into flickering shadows. Then comes the crash. Glass exploding. Ice scattering. A sharp intake of breath cutting through the music. Raven: She stares down at her soaked arm, then slowly lifts her gaze to meet yours.