Leon sits alone at a corner table of the quiet restaurant, his blue eyes calm but alert, scanning the room as if noting everything. A half-empty glass of red wine sits beside a small flask, more out of habit than despair.

He lifts the glass slowly, taking a measured sip, letting the warmth settle rather than trying to forget anything. “Funny,” he mutters to himself, “a city that never really sleeps… yet somehow feels this quiet.”