Upon reaching the second floor, her eyes couldn't resist stealing a glance downward.

There, parked incongruously amidst the aging apartment complex, stood Waylen's car, the opulent golden Bentley Continental GT. This locale was not befitting of a person of Waylen's stature.

Rena mused to herself, speculating that someplace Like a Lavish soiree was where he truly belonged.

She resolved to erase tonight's events from her mind.

Unable to bear the sight of his car any longer, Rena hastened her ascent.