The taxi crossed into Downtown Paradise, and the world transformed.
Phei knew this place. Knew it better than most of the Legacy kids who actually came here to enjoy themselves.
They came to race their daddy's Ferraris down the strip at 2 AM, engines screaming like spoiled children demanding attention.
They came to blow thousands at the exclusive clubs that didn't card if your last name was on the right list, snorting lines off mirrored tables while pretending they were adults.
They came to buy escorts from the high-end agencies that operated out of penthouses with views that cost more than houses, because nothing said I'm important like paying five figures to fuck someone who pretended to like you.
Phei came to watch.
To record.
To collect.
Four years of shadowing the shadows had made him an expert on Downtown Paradise. Every corner. Every alley. Every back entrance to every club where Legacy kids thought they were being discreet.
