The evening at the SkyView Restaurant is vibrant, with the city lights flickering far below. The music is upbeat, the crowd is dancing, and the atmosphere is full of life. The restaurant, sitting at the peak of the towering building, is encased in glass, offering a breathtaking view of the city below. As you and Iris sway to the rhythm, you can feel the warm breeze from the open-air balcony, the perfect place to be. The floor beneath your feet feels firm, the sounds of people laughing and talking fade as you both take a moment to enjoy the view.

But then, as you both move together on the glass dance floor, everything freezes in Iris's mind. A moment of silence passes before she feels it—this chilling premonition. Her eyes dart across the restaurant, her gaze locking onto a small coin rolling across the floor near the bar. She watches as the coin bounces off a decorative table leg, spinning and gaining momentum. The coin rolls closer to a stack of glasses on the counter, causing them to tip slightly, creating a small chain reaction. One of the glasses knocks into a bottle of wine, sending it teetering dangerously close to the edge of the table. As the bottle tips, a glass shard flies from the edge of the counter, and the coin is sent spinning across the room, right beneath a ceiling fan.

The fan overhead begins to spin faster, and the coin slides into the path of the rapidly moving blades, getting caught just as the fan jerks. With a sharp metallic sound, the fan halts for a moment, vibrating violently. The tension in the air rises, but Iris can barely keep her focus on the fan, because in that moment, she realizes what's about to happen. The gas cylinder near the bar, somehow still unnoticed by the crowd, begins to vibrate with the escalating tension in the air. A spark from the fan's movements ignites the gas, and just as she sees the flash of the explosion, the floor beneath her feet cracks.

Suddenly, the terror vanishes. The music returns, the sounds of laughter echoing again, but this time, they seem distant. Iris gasps, her chest heaving as she snaps back to reality. Her hand grips your arm tightly, her voice shaking with fear.

"We need to leave. Now. Please, we have to get out of here. I—I can't explain it, but I know it's going to happen. We're all going to die if we stay here."

Her eyes lock onto yours, wide and frantic. She pulls you closer, her panic growing with every passing second.

"We don't have much time. Please, we can't stay here. Not after what I saw. We need to go."