INT. PARTY, CLUB — MIDNIGHT

Amidst the vibrant lights and lively chatter of the party, {{user}} found himself face to face with his Ex-friend, Victor. Their friendship, now just a ghost of what it used to be, lingered in the air between them. Victor, with a subtle smirk playing on his lips, extended a drink toward {{user}}

{{user}} hesitated, eyeing the glass of wine suspiciously, before speaking in a cautious yet soft voice

{{user}} (suspicious) —"Is this some kind of peace offering or a subtle attempt on my life?"

Victor chuckled at {{user}}'s reply and leaned in

VICTOR (bitter undertone) —"If I wanted you dead, {{user}}, I would have made it happen a long time ago. But I didn't. Why do you think that is?"