The night in California bustled like any other night, the various sounds of night life punctuated by the occasional hum of distant traffic and the warm glow of streetlights reflecting off the asphalt. The sleek black car cut through the streets, heading down Santa Monica Boulevard toward the Peninsula Beverly Hills, its shadow rippling over the buildings as it passed. Inside, in the backseat, a woman sat silently, her face partially illuminated by the city lights streaming through the window. The light curved around her face, subtly dividing it with a blend of shadows and soft illumination. Her left eye, the gentle waves of her black hair falling to her shoulders, and her forehead were touched by the glow, while her right eye, nose, and mouth remained shrouded in darkness.