Night draped the city in mirrored glass and neon. The Halcyon Club sat hidden beneath one of the oldest hotels downtown, no sign, no entry list, no public record.Only the card Margot had given him, still warm in his pocket, humming faintly like a heartbeat. Ethan approached the unmarked door. A concierge in a crisp black suit looked up from behind the desk.“Invitation?”He handed over the card. The man didn’t scan it or swipe it , he simply placed it on a small silver dish. The metal flared once, faint light rippling across the card’s surface.“Welcome, Mr. Vale,” the man said quietly. “Your table awaits.”The elevator descended soundlessly, deeper than it should have. When the doors opened, the air felt different, cool, pressurized, humming with something unseen.The club was beautiful in a way that money couldn’t buy, vaulted marble ceilings, chandeliers casting dim gold, and a hundred whispered conversations stitched through the air like a symphony of secrets.No laughter. Ju