The rain didn’t stop that Saturday night. It only made the city glow more — slick streets reflecting purple neon signs, windows fogged with secrets. The sign read “VIOLET ROOM” — pulsing like a heartbeat.
Ava stepped out of the taxi, heels clicking against wet pavement. She wore danger like perfume, and curiosity burned in her eyes. The club wasn’t on any map — just a whispered address passed along through encrypted messages. She wasn’t sure if it was a trap… or a challenge.
Inside, the bass hit like a pulse — slow, heavy, hypnotic. Bodies moved like smoke in violet haze. It was a place where names didn’t matter and everything had a price.
She wasn’t here for the music.
She was hunting.
And he was watching her.
In the far corner of the lounge, behind black glass and velvet curtains, Lukas sipped something dark. He was the kind of beautiful that made you forget to be scared — until it was too late. Nobody really knew what he did… only that people who got too close tended to disappear, smiling.
Ava knew. She had a file.
And a loaded gun in her purse.
He beckoned her with just one look.
She walked toward him, every step calculated, knowing that once the curtain closed behind her, there’d be no turning back. He offered her a drink. She accepted. They talked — in riddles, half-truths, and heat. The tension between them was almost unbearable.
Then he leaned close.
“You’re not here to dance,” he whispered. “So… what do you want, Ava?”
She smiled.
“I want to know why my sister never came back from this club.”
That stopped him. Just for a second.
But in the Violet Room, hesitation could kill.
Gun. Flash. Glass shatters.
Screams erupt. Music stops.
But Ava is already gone — vanishing into the chaos she created, one clue closer to the truth… and one step deeper into a world where pleasure and death wear the same face.
