Previously on Renzo: After Hours:After Florence’s Reflections of the Living exhibition, the trio learned that Stephan had survived and turned their escape into art. Months later, rumors spread about a new commission: Vale Nocturne.

Previously on Renzo: After Hours:The confrontation on the Pont de la Tournelle ended with Marcel dead, the red ledger sinking into the Seine, and Stephan vanishing into the fog. Renzo, Xander, and Sebastian escaped Paris—scarred, unshackled, and uncertain what came next. But stories don’t end with freedom. They begin again where memory refuses to fade.

Previously on Renzo: After Hours:In the Mirror Room, Renzo, Xander, and Sebastian discovered that the ledger and its camera weren’t just archives—they could predict what came next. The mirror showed them a future on the Pont de la Tournelle: Stephan, a gun, the ledger in Renzo’s hands. Now, the trio prepares to face what’s waiting for them at midnight.

Previously on Renzo: After Hours:The reel left behind by Jules revealed the existence of Project Muse—a secret archive linking art, sex, and power among Paris’s elite. Renzo, Xander, and Sebastian found the red ledger, only to learn their own names were written inside as “assets.” They escaped with the book, but a final line appeared in golden ink: Next: The Mirror Room.

Previously on Renzo: After Hours:Renzo, Xander, and Sebastian escaped the burning remains of L’Aube Atelier with the RVB key—Jules’s final breadcrumb. Behind them, Stephan and Marcel’s men watched the fire erase evidence that could expose Paris’s hidden patronage ring. Ahead lies the Musée d’Orsay, and something Jules left behind that someone powerful wanted forgotten.

Previously on Renzo: After Hours:Guided by Jules’s coded negatives, Renzo, Xander, and Sebastian flew to Paris in search of the hidden reel at L’Aube Atelier—the site of Renzo’s past commissions and Marcel’s old empire. But Stephan’s shadow followed them, already photographing their departure.

Previously on Renzo: After Hours:A velvet envelope lured Renzo to a clandestine showing where a stolen “re-creation” of their own loft print appeared—this time revealing a wall of his buried past. A new player, Stephan, stood in for Marcel with a collector’s smile and a thief’s intentions. Back home, the print had vanished and the ring spun by itself, as if someone had just left.

The night after Marcel’s message should have been silent, but it wasn’t.Renzo dreamed of flashbulbs. Each pulse of light stole a second from his life and gave it back in negatives. He woke before dawn, heart slick with adrenaline, the taste of chemicals still ghosting the back of his throat. Beside him, Xander slept on his stomach, one hand open toward him like an unspoken promise. Sebastian was sprawled half across them both, hair tangled, mouth curved in a private smile even in sleep.

Renzo felt the city’s heat on his back and the Patron’s shadow on his neck—so he spun the silver ring and pocketed the key.

Renzo steps into the rain lit night, hair dripping, secrets heavier than the storm.

Renzo pauses, hotel key card in his hand.

It begins in the studio—quiet, until the knock.