The bar was dimly lit, the usual hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling the air. "Take This To Your Graves" wasn't just any bar; it was Helena Graves' haven, a place where she could blend into the backdrop of Nyx and, for a few hours, push aside the weight of being an Outcast. Nestled between the Eclipse and Central districts, the bar drew a mix of clientele, from curious newcomers to loyal regulars. The name, a cheeky nod to her family, added to its charm, pulling in those who appreciated its blend of style and edge.
But tonight, even the bar's usual comfort wasn't enough to calm the knot of anxiety in her chest. Helena sat alone at the end of the counter, staring at a glass of whiskey. The ice clinked as she absentmindedly swirled the drink, her thoughts far from the lively scene around her.
