The luxurious black car came to a smooth halt in front of a towering black gate, its imposing size and intricate design captivating Naomi's attention. Through the tinted window, her gaze fell on the massive structure. Larger than anything she had ever seen, it exuded an aura of exclusivity and power that made her stomach churn with a mix of curiosity and nervousness. Her fingers instinctively clenched the hem of her dress as she fought to steady her breathing.
This wasn't her world.
The faint hum of the car engine filled the silence between her and Zylan. Beside her, he seemed entirely unfazed by the grandeur that loomed ahead. His relaxed demeanor only amplified her own sense of unease.
Then, with practiced ease, Zylan reached into the car's drawer, his movements deliberate and smooth. From within, he retrieved a sleek black box that gleamed faintly under the dim car light. Naomi watched as he opened it, revealing an elegant black mask inside.
