Los Angeles— often hailed as the city that never slept and true to that name, even at the late hours of the night, on the asphalt that ran throughout the entirety of the city, it was possible to see a large activity as cars buzzed and honked on the road, carrying people that were traveling to accomplish their tasks on this world.
Sitting comfortably in the back seat of her car while her secretary expertly maneuvered through the roads of the lively city, she found herself slowly drifting to sleep as the effect of alcohol started to kick in. Her mind had become slightly groggy, but she barely managed to keep herself awake by thinking about the night she had spent on the illustrious bar known as 'The Wild Hunt.'
