Encountering Sora Again
As the elevator doors slid open, I was struck by the sheer expanse of the room beyond. I stepped in, my eyes adjusting to the shadowed opulence around me. Behind me, the doors closed with a soft click, and I heard the elevator hum as it ascended, leaving me grounded here, alone. I scanned the wall, but no button awaited to call it back, only a keypad glinting with numbers. Clearly, a code was required. No other exits presented themselves. A shiver coiled down my spine as the realization settled in, I was trapped.
This was no simple hotel bar. It stretched before me, a vast and lavish night realm, an exclusive sanctuary for those in the know—a place veiled from the pages of any travel guide. The lighting was subdued, casting an intimate glow that whispered secrets, while soft, languid music seeped into the air, coaxing my heart to slow, my senses to heighten.
"Glad you made it, darling."
Her voice sliced through the dim ambiance, a silk ribbon wrapping around my thoughts. Only then did I see her, Sora, poised at the bar to my left. Slowly, she rose, her every movement as fluid and silent as a predator in its prime. She began to glide toward me, her gaze piercing, her steps a calculated rhythm. In her presence, the room seemed to pulse, alive with a quiet danger cloaked in allure.
"You're really not armed, are you?" I asked cautiously, my voice trembling.
