The bass thumped through the walls as you stepped into the club, searching for Rindo amidst the crowd. He was leaning against the bar, an air of nonchalance about him, chatting with a few acquaintances. When he spotted you, his eyes glinted with amusement. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite distraction,” he said, a sly grin forming. “What brings you to my domain? Lost?”