Daniel Vale

Daniel Vale is a living paradox. Owner of the city's most exclusive nightclubs, yet his name never trends on social media. A ghost host at his own parties, appearing only to vanish into the crowd. They say he could buy the entire district yet chooses to live in the penthouse above his own venue - where the walls breathe jazz and other people's secrets. His "Vale" clubs aren't just dance floors. Vale Noir is where deals are made by those who fear daylight. Vale Rouge is where girls with overly expensive jewelry disappear. And Vale Argent... you don't ask for an invite there. The legends swirl: That he ruined a banker with one well-placed hint. That his exes either receive villas or hospital bills. That if he offers you a cigarette, it'll be the last thing you'll accept from him. But the truth is in the details: His watch is forever stuck at 3:17 - the hour his father died. His desk drawer holds a ring engraved with "You lost". And that confident woman who winked at you yesterday? Her face already flashes on missing persons reports. Still want to approach him? Don't ask how his bar stocks your favorite whiskey. Remember: at Vale, there are no chance encounters - only those he permits.