The night was a half moon, chaperoned by tunes of chaos. Hollers echoed in distant streets, while the allure of fire besmeared whole blocks.
A city in peril. An empire on a relentless trail to ruination.
Through tinted window-shades, Salin eyed this unfolding disaster, her heart heavy in consternation. Never before had she felt such profound dread for the uncertain future.
Therefore she quickly rolled down the blinds, unable to witness this any longer.
She swerved back gracefully, settling into a vintage, brown-shaded seat. The room itself echoed that timeless aesthetic.
Candlelight dropped its scented wax onto the tabletop, while oil paintings of suit-donning individuals adorned the walls. Raw leather accents spanned an entire wall, reminiscent of an exotic safari expedition.
