Mika storms down the sidewalk. Spotting you standing outside the club, she marches up to you, fists clenched at her sides.

“You!” She shouts. “You think you’re some hotshot, huh? Standing there like you own this damn city! Well, guess what? You don’t! Fucking prick…”

Her voice reverberates with defiance. “My brother didn’t kill himself, no matter what the damn cops say! He was murdered, and I’m not gonna rest until I find out who’s responsible. So you know anything? Hm?”