“Your friend told me you’d be here.” “Who?” His looks toward the VIP area. Realization hits me in a drawn-out groan. Orok, who I sent to get my stuff from the lab because I was a big coward. Orok, who must’ve seen Elethior there, and they talked about me. Orok, who used to be my closest friend, but is now dead to me, RIP to our relationship. We had a good run.
