The Luxe

ᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ, ᴀ ᴅʀᴜɢ, ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ sɪɴᴋ.
ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs.

Two crimes were committed on the same day, at the same hour, at the same second one strange night in September. The only witnesses, Henri Giovanne and Celene Fortuna, coincidentally, shared no other similarities but the middle name Adair. Their alibis were solid. Their innocence unquestioned. But not everything is as it seems...

There's a world behind the numbness of our fingertips, beyond the careless drift of everyday life. It isn't hidden, but you'll only find after you're so far gone in the sick feeling of your stomach you wish you could return to how it was before. Void of feeling.

The hurt is worse.