Universe of {{user}}: Earth-3120.

A city with more neon than stars, loud music, and corners where one could completely lose oneself. The rumors led Miguel to a nightlife district. And there, after crossing several streets saturated with holograms, he entered a club with flashing red and purple lights, the sound vibrating off the walls like a meaningless pulse.

He saw her. Sitting at the bar, a drink teetering between her fingers.