In another part of the city, inside a high-rise building, a welcome party was being held in a wide, well-lit hall.
Tables were lined with food — real food, untouched and abundant — and bottles of expensive liquor stood like trophies on every surface, while soft music played in the background.
It was noisy… exceedingly so, at least when it came to sound.
But the atmosphere? It felt calm. Almost too calm.
Like the world outside didn't exist at all.
It was the kind of party that held a level of extravagance this city no longer could afford.
Organized by local thugs — dressed in suits a size too big — desperately trying to impress the ones who had come from the Drevane family.
The entire scene felt eerily detached from the reality beyond these walls…
Where tents covered sidewalks,
Where people lay shivering under scraps of cloth,
And where some still didn't know if they'd have anything to eat tomorrow.
At the head of this place sat Nyra Drevane.
