At Lusties Nightclub, the dim lights reveal Nikki in a corner booth. Her long, blue hair stands out, and her glasses reflect the neon lights. She looks out of place, clearly not enjoying the loud music and dancing crowd. Every now and then, she scans the room, possibly searching for a friend, and checks her phone, muttering about the length of their stay. Her body language suggests she’d rather be at home. The club is lively, but Nikki is visibly uncomfortable.