The rooftop looked like someone had a very large budget and extremely good taste and had been given exactly enough time to use both.
String lights across the whole ceiling. Open sky above Tokyo, dark and clear, the kind of night that made the city look like something people came back from trips talking about.
The DJ was keeping it at exactly the right volume, loud enough to feel it but quiet enough that conversations could still happen without leaning in.
The bar had a yuzu something on the menu that people kept walking away from with the expression of someone genuinely surprised by how good it was.
It was a good party.
Soorin acknowledged this while standing at the entrance with her clutch in one hand and a low-grade alertness running underneath everything else.
She'd read the text three more times in the corridor.
[Enjoy the party. I'll be watching.]
Unknown number. Tokyo area code. Sent exactly as she was about to walk through the door.
