I was in my room alone, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls.
Thoughts of my last quest with Bryan floated through my mind, a bittersweet cocktail of success and sacrifice.
The memory of his unwavering courage lingered, mingling with the haunting weight of his absence.
A sudden vibration on my nightstand shattered my reverie, jolting me back to the present.
I glanced at the screen of my phone to see the name 'Mr. Luigi' flashing urgently.
Heart pounding, I answered the call, the familiar voice of the enigmatic Mr. Luigi crackling through the receiver.
"Naya, come over to the bar. We need to talk now," he commanded, the urgency in his tone cutting through the line like a knife.
Before I could respond, the call abruptly ended, leaving me with a chilling sense of foreboding.
