SkyNani: Who is the Enigma?

Half an hour had passed.

Bright sat on the edge of a cracked leather booth, his untouched beer growing warm in his grip. The music thumped on relentlessly, but he wasn't listening. He wasn't enjoying himself—not really. His mind had been spiraling ever since Nani had disappeared into that crowd.

"Damn it," Bright muttered under his breath. He set the drink down a little too hard and fished his phone out of his pocket. He dialed Nani's number.

No answer.

He called again. Still nothing.

The third time, the line clicked—and Bright shot up to his feet.

"Hello? Nani?" he asked urgently, pressing the phone tight to his ear. All he got in response was a burst of deafening music and static.

Frustrated, he pushed his way toward the entrance and stepped outside, away from the speakers. "Hello?! Can you hear me now?"

A light tap landed on his shoulder. He turned around.

A girl stood there with a phone pressed to her ear.

"Hello?" she said.

He could hear her voice through the phone in his own hand. Bright ended the call, eyes narrowing.

She tilted her head. "Is this yours?"

"No. Where did you get it? Were you with Nani?" Bright asked, the words rushed.

"Who's Nani?" she blinked. "I found it on the dance floor. Stepped right on it. The screen's kinda cracked now but—hey—it's not my fault, okay? I'm not paying for anything."

She kept talking, but Bright's ears were ringing. The world around him dulled except for the thundering of his heart. He took the phone from her and walked off without another word.

This was bad.

He opened his own phone again and quickly called Dew. No response. He called again. And again.

No answer.

Teeth clenched, he typed out a message:

hey. I hope I'm just being paranoid. but I think nani is in danger. he doesn't have his phone. call me back. please.

He stared at the screen, his pulse racing. His gut twisted in the worst way. What the hell was he supposed to do? He hadn't seen the faces of the men who took Nani. They'd looked normal. Like any other guys.

Nani's phone suddenly buzzed in his hand.

Sky.

Bright didn't even hesitate—he picked up immediately.

"Hey, you didn't sleep yet?" Sky's voice came light, teasing. "I knew you'd have trouble—"

"It's Bright," he interrupted.

A beat of silence. The tone shifted.

"...Where's Nani?"

Bright swallowed. "I think— I think something's wrong. I hope I'm wrong but—"

"What happened?" Sky's voice turned cold. Controlled. Dangerous.

"I saw him tonight in this club. He looked... really out of it. Drunk, or something worse. I tried to help, but these guys showed up—said they were with him. Took him away. I felt something was off, and when I called his phone... a random girl picked it up. Said she found it on the floor."

A pause. The kind that made your skin crawl.

"Which club?" Sky asked, his voice sharp now.

"Lucy. I'm still here. I've been trying to reach Dew, but he's not answering either."

"I'll check their apartment. Then I'm coming."

"Okay. Hurry."

Bright went back inside. His nerves had settled into something colder—something tighter. He headed for the club's office and asked to see the CCTV footage.

The man at the front desk barely looked up.

"You lost your friend?" he said lazily. "He's probably passed out somewhere. Happens all the time. Give it a few hours."

"No, this isn't that kind of situation," Bright insisted. "I think he's in real trouble. You need to let me—"

The man raised a brow. "And I need to follow protocol. You got a police report?"

Bright clenched his fists. "You'd rather wait for a corpse?"

Before it could escalate further, his phone buzzed again.

Dew.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Bright snapped as soon as he picked up. 

"Nani?" Dew asked.

"Nani—something's wrong...."

He relayed the whole story, again—tight, urgent.

"I'm coming," Dew said.

—

Bright was outside when they arrived.

Sky came first, eyes dark and jaw set.

"Is he not home?" Bright asked, hopeful. Sky just shook his head once.

Then Dew arrived.

"Oh. Dew's here too," Bright muttered, unsure of the tension between them.

Before he could react, Sky stepped forward—and punched Dew across the face.

Dew staggered, completely caught off guard. Bright rushed in, grabbing Sky and pulling him back.

"He came here to look for you, you fucking coward!" Sky snarled, eyes blazing.

Dew was silent, lips parted, confusion written all over his face—until Sky shoved a folded note against his chest.

It was Nani's handwriting.

Dew's eyes scanned it quickly.

Dew, I know you don't wanna see me. But I do. Let's talk, okay? Right now I'm looking for you outside. If you come home, please give me a call.
—Nani

Dew's hands trembled.

Sky turned to Bright next.

"Did you recognize the guys who took him?"

"No. But the club has cameras. They won't show me the footage though. We might need to force it."

Sky didn't hesitate. He nodded once, then marched into the club.

Bright nudged Dew, who still seemed frozen. "Come on."

He grabbed Dew's arm and pulled him inside too.

They were done waiting. Nani was out there somewhere—and the clock was ticking.