The "Quest" is complete. This is the inner circle, the hidden party at the end of the line, shielded from the world outside. In a back-alley speakeasy where the jazz notes float like confetti, the crew assembles. Led by a man of vision, they are a study in contrasts: elegant flappers stand beside sharp-dressed enforcers, and celebration mixes with the cold steel of a tommy gun. This isn't just a party; it's a statement. It's the reward for a shared journey, a toast to loyalty, and a glimpse into a secret world built on nerve and allegiance.