Inside a dimly lit room within one of the hotels of the Underworld Emporium, Corey and Divine sat at a small table, each with an exquisite drink in hand. The ambiance was mysterious, with dim lighting and the faint murmur of conversations from other guests, all contributing to the secretive aura that surrounded the Emporium.
Divine, observed Corey closely. Corey, on the other hand, wore a stoic expression as he lifted the cup to his lips, his thoughts seemingly distant.
Divine's concern for his partner grew as he asked, "Are you okay?" He knew that Corey's well-being was not what truly troubled him. Rather, Divine's question probed whether Corey was mentally prepared for the upcoming heist. Corey met Divine's gaze and simply nodded, but the answer was far from reassuring.
