A clandestine meeting

Jason arrived at the Nightingale Bar with a sense of urgency crawling beneath his skin. The bar stood at the edge of the city, a nondescript building tucked between older, faded structures. The neon sign flickered faintly above the door, its dull light struggling against the darkness of the night. It was the kind of place that would never attract attention, which was exactly why the fae had chosen it.

The streets around the bar were empty, the usual bustle of the city muted by the late hour. Jason stood for a moment in front of the door, breathing in the cool night air. He could feel his heart pounding, not from fear, but from the anticipation of what was to come. Tonight, he was about to get answers—or maybe, even a solution to his prophecy problem.