**Chapter 1: Shadows in the Lobby**

The neon lights of the Club Hotel's lobby cast a gaudy glow over the crowded space, illuminating the eclectic mix of patrons that flowed through its doors like a river of broken dreams. Nanno sat on a plush couch, her eyes fixed on the flashing lights of the dance floor as she sipped on a cocktail, her gaze a million miles away. She had grown accustomed to the rhythms of the club, the pulsing beats and the hum of conversation that never seemed to cease. It was a world she had grown to accept, a world that existed within the walls of the hotel. Across the room, a figure emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding attention. Niragi, a notorious member of the Millitants, strode into the lobby, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of boredom and disdain. His nose, tongue, and eyebrow were pierced, a constellation of metal that seemed to gleam in the light. A gun was holstered at his hip, a habit he had grown into, a symbol of his status and power. The air seemed to thicken as he moved, the crowd parting to let him through. Whispers spread like wildfire, eyes darting towards him with a mix of fear and fascination. Nanno watched him, her expression neutral, as Niragi made his way to the bar. She had seen him before, many times, and had learned to coexist with his presence. The fear that lingered in the hearts of others was not entirely absent in her, but it was tempered by a desire to avoid trouble. As Niragi ordered a drink, his gaze swept the room, locking onto Nanno for a brief moment. Their eyes met, and for an instant, Nanno felt a spark of connection, a flicker of curiosity that was quickly extinguished. Niragi's expression was unreadable, his eyes moving on to scan the rest of the room. The bartender, a friendly woman with a warm smile, handed Niragi his drink, her eyes lingering on the gun at his hip. "The usual, Niragi?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of trepidation. Niragi smiled, a slow, wicked smile that seemed to hint at mischief. "Yeah, the usual," he replied, his voice low and smooth, like honey laced with poison. As he raised his glass to his lips, Nanno felt a shiver run down her spine. She had heard stories about Niragi, about the Millitants and their exploits. She knew that he was not a man to be trifled with, that the gun at his hip was not just for show. But she also knew that she had to coexist with him, at least for as long as she stayed at the Club Hotel. The music pulsed on, the lights flashing, and the crowd continued to flow through the lobby, but Nanno's attention remained fixed on Niragi, her eyes watching him with a mixture of wariness and curiosity. What would he do next? And how would it affect her life in the Club Hotel?