In the smoky gloom of Hathian’s dimmest haunt, a young woman’s clenched fist cut through the stifling haze like a silent warning. At a crowded party thick with whispered rivalries and suppressed grudges, she lunged toward her stepsister, eyes blazing with bitter resentment. The room trembled under the weight of unspoken histories and simmering aggression as she barreled past startled patrons, her movement sharp and desperate. The faint clink of glass and murmurs of uneasy guests painted a picture of a city on edge, where family ties twist into tangled threats and a simple night’s revelry veers dangerously close to violence.