Lea Spini blew out the flickering candles, the wax dripping onto the crimson skull below. A strange stillness settled over the city lights as she did so. The candy scattered around her feet seemed to pulse faintly. It wasn't a celebration like others; it was a ritual. Each candle represented a debt owed, and with each extinguished flame, something shifted in the neon glow of the signs behind her. She felt a presence now, cold and watchful, rising from the ground where the tombstones stood. A bargain had been struck, and tonight, payment was due. The chair creaked as she settled deeper into its velvet embrace, awaiting what would come next.