Strikes A Chord

Shadows cling to Aidra Fox as she slinks along the neon-lit city artery, guitar case swinging like a loaded gun. She veers sharp into the alley haze, colliding with Lee, her slick manager. 'Bagged a haul today,' she murmurs, shoving crumpled bills into his palm. His eyes bulge—six bucks and pocket change? For two goddamn hours grinding that corner? 'You hit the killers I scripted?' She nods, but the marks barely tossed scraps. A flutter of paper escapes her grip; he snatches it. 'What's this shit?' A chick's scrawl, slipped into her case. He squints—holy fuck, that's DJ Gamble's digits. The underground kingpin spinning fire right now. If it's legit, it's pure platinum, Lee snarls. They bolt to dial the devil. CUT TO Cruella (Abigail Mac), Gamble's shadowy enforcer, prowling a lavish lair of velvet and vice. She cracks the door, her gaze a predator's lure, ushering in Aidra and Lee—the phone voices. 'He's primed,' she purrs, sealing them in with a click that echoes like a trap springing. CUT TO TITLE. Cruella drags them into the pulsing nerve center, a tech-den throbbing with forbidden beats. There, DJ Gamble (Seth Gamble) hunches, cans clamped over his ears, eyes locked on glowing screens. She whispers of intruders; he yanks the headphones, swivels—ignores Lee's eager paw, devours Aidra with a stare that strips her bare, hunger coiling like smoke in the dim.