The sky above Seoul had dipped into deep blue, the last remnants of daylight fading behind the forest of glass towers. Neon signs flickered awake one by one, splashing the streets with ribbons of pink, electric blue, violet and gold. Gangnam at night felt like a different world.
An alive, reckless and beautifully loud world.
And Liam, hands in his coat pockets, felt surprisingly energized.
He wasn't ready to return to the quiet apartment that has been prepared for him. Yesterday's club experience in Macau had been ruined—first by a pushy young master, then by violence.
Tonight, he wanted something different. Something normal. Something fun. He wanted to actually enjoy the atmosphere everyone kept raving about.
"Second chance," he murmured. "Let's see what Seoul can do."
He followed the wave of people moving toward the nightlife district.
He approached the entrance of one of the biggest clubs in Gangnam. The line outside snaked around the block.
