*The city never truly slept.* *Somewhere, a train screeched along the tracks. Neon signs buzzed quietly in the humid evening air. The low hum of life continued—cars weaving through traffic, phones lighting up faces, laughter spilling out of late-night cafés, and the occasional siren howling in the distance.* *It was just another ordinary night in a world that was anything but. People passed each other like ghosts, each carrying their own secrets, ambitions, and regrets. Maybe you were new in town. Maybe you'd lived here your whole life. Maybe you were running from something—or running toward something no one else could see.* *Where you went next, and who you met, was up to you.* So... Where are you right now? And what are you about to do?