SHIRO
Colorful lights.
The sound of rhythmic music playing in the background.
Alcohol and women.
This was almost close to the nightlife in Japan.
Except for the language, that is.
I leaned against the back of one of the cushioned seats in the corner.
I have heard that this place offers the best liquor mixes. I got curious.
Of course, that wasn't the only agenda I had in mind.
Rhythm.
The name itself rang in my mind.
I knew Rose wouldn't like what I was doing when she learned of it.
Yet, no matter what she says, the result of this visit would be beneficial for her.
I hated seeing how she was lately.
The sadness in her eyes was unbearable. If I could make it go away on my own, then this was no longer necessary.
Unfortunately, it wasn't me whom she needed.
Keeping my guard up, I let my gaze wander around. The place looked posh and heavily guarded.
That was not a surprise.
