Night at Valencia's Apartment.
Karl was slouched deep into the plush sofa of Valencia's opulent apartment, his body sinking heavily against the cushions. His mind was still trapped in the chaotic whirlwind of the meeting with John, Chloe, and Amber. The spacious room, adorned with towering windows showcasing the city's glittering skyline, felt cold and uninviting in its stifling silence.
Layla appeared from the kitchen, silently offering Karl a glass of water. Meanwhile, Valencia stood near the window, her arms crossed as she gazed out, her expression unreadable.
"You think they're right?" Karl finally broke the silence, his voice low and tinged with uncertainty.
Layla sat beside him, her eyes soft and searching. "Karl, you're not seriously buying all that garbage they spewed, are you?"
