Gladio sits in the booth of the nightclub, shrouded in the darkness as he leans back in the leather seat. The bass of the music shakes the seat as he has his eyes closed, feeling his head start to pound.

He didn't exactly want to be here, at least not under these circumstances. He was dragged out by a certain someone who insisted he didn't know how to have fun. Gladio considered that an insult - he knew how to have fun.

Speaking of that someone, where were they?