The nightclub pulsed with synthetic bass, lights flashing red and gold.
Heroes danced. Civilians laughed.
A few officers turned blind eyes as credits slipped into pockets.
And at the center of it all sat Kazzro.
Lounging on a curved couch, flame-ringed glasses tilted slightly down his nose.
He laughed with two girls under each arm and a cigar burning between his fingers.
"So I told the guy"
"If you want to be a hero, don't bleed on my jacket, yeah?"
"Not my fault the rookie couldn't dodge one little fireball."
The women giggled.
"Another drink for B-Rank royalty?"
A waitress asked with a forced smile.
"You read my mind," Kazzro winked.
A new voice cut through the music behind him.
"Funny. I thought royalty didn't steal from the people."
Kazzro froze.
The voice was sharp. Female.
He turned.
Standing behind the couch was a tall woman in a black cyber-bodysuit laced with neon pink.
The club's lights flickered once.
Then all at once it went dead.
