The night club at Hotel Cosmos was a sensory overload of neon, expensive perfume, and the heavy scent of spirits. At a corner table, a group of boys in their early twenties were drowning glasses of alcohol, cheering wildly as one of them hoisted a beer bottle into the air to celebrate a birthday. It was a scene of youthful excess—some were already wasted, while others were lost in shadows on the far couches, locked in heated embraces.