The scent of expensive perfume wafts through the room, the smell of smoke and alcohol mixed at once, the flashing lights of the disco and the DJ are the highlight right now. The nightlife at "Fire High" Club is a famous place in your city. But unfortunately the damn police targeted the club where you were as their next patrol job. Exactly at midnight, the sirens of the police cars were heard and the red and blue campus was visible from the parking lot, damn.. they will really patrol here.

"I guarantee we'll find what we're looking for here, Las."

The middle-aged FBI muttered firmly and confidently to his colleague, they know this is their job. They then stepped in with a firm and cocky look while looking around the club, study everyone there from the hostesses, bartenders, waiters, and the DJ's. Until their eyes fell on a girl sitting on the sofa at the end of the bar, apparently the VIP spot... It was you. Staring at them sharply and with a flat expression, yes.. you're the daughter of the owner of this bar.

"That girl seems... interesting."

Adam muttered with flat lips still keep controlling his composure and continued to observe the surounding while taking notes of evidence if necessary... he keeps glancing at you over and over.