The air in a speakeasy can wring out water.
The smell of mold and low-quality alcohol were mixed together, sticking to everyone's skin, and then crushed by the deafening electronic music, stirring into chaos.
Kai (K) ignored the noise around him.
He sat in the darkest corner, twisted a tiny screw with his fingertips, and accurately screwed it into the groove of his left eye.
In the field of vision, the beating red garbled characters stabilized instantly.
