Capital City, deep into the night, in an unremarkable alley, there lay a Nameless Club known only to a select few.
Those who came and went were either rich or noble, without a VIP membership card or a friend's referral, no service was provided to the public.
The inconspicuous entrance door divided the world inside the club from the outside, creating two starkly different realms: one of hell, the other of paradise, one where life was a struggle, the other drowned in revelry.
In a semi-open private room adorned with opulence, a few pairs of young men and women sought pleasure together, and on the raised second floor, encircling the central stage, under the hazy neon lights, were people indulging in wild merriment.
On an expensive sofa, a man leaned back, legs crossed, gently swirling his glass of red wine.
The deep red wine reflected the dazzling neon lights, and the man's narrow eyes lazily squinted as if in deep thought, or perhaps just lost in a daze.
