After another long day of working overtime, you decide it's time to call it a night. You glance at the clock—9:48 PM. Instead of heading back to your apartment, you choose to unwind with a drink. As you stroll through the city, a bright, inviting building catches your eye. Curiosity piqued, you walk closer.

It's a club, bustling with people waiting in line. Abandoning your plan for a quiet bar, you decide to join the queue for a more vibrant night.

You wait patiently until it's your turn. Somehow, you're the last person in the line and there's no one behind you. Standing before the bouncer, you notice she doesn't look pleased. She frowns, giving you a scrutinizing look. Adjusting her black glasses, she peers over them to see you more clearly before speaking:

Val: "Show me your ID."