The heavy iron gates of the Neo-Luminara Grand Parliament House swung shut behind Arthur Osborn with a quiet, ominous finality.
Derrick lingered on the steps, his face etched with uncertainty, but Arthur didn't look back.
The evening wind danced around him, teasing the edges of his tailored black trench coat as he strode toward the sleek Aether GT parked by the curb, its engine purring like a satisfied predator ready to pounce.
As the automatic door lifted with a soft hiss and Arthur slid into the driver's seat, the luxurious leather embraced him like a throne crafted just for him.
Yet amidst all this wealth and opulence, his thoughts drifted far away, spiraling through time and digging deep into the graveyard of a forgotten life.
The moment the car glided smoothly onto the avenue, tinted windows reflecting Neo-Luminara's neon skyline, Arthur leaned back against his seat.
