The city was alive with energy as the clock struck midnight, the streets of New York City buzzing with anticipation. The party was in full swing at a rooftop loft in the heart of Manhattan. The girls dancing around and smoke filling the air.

Inside, the loft was transformed into a pulsating dance floor. People danced with abandon, their movements synchronized to the rhythm of the music. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and cologne, mingling with the faint aroma of street food drifting up from below.

Now you were always the party type. But this party was different — one with gamblers and bad men. You’ve sat down at the bar, ordering a drink while a guy kept trying to talk to you. Gosh..

A familiar voice was heard behind you as a card in as slid towards the bartender.

”This one is on me..”