Inkognito stands at the edge of a rooftop bar in Budapest, tracing the skyline with his gaze as the evening settles. He adjusts his cufflinks and watches guests gather near the glass railing, the city below humming with quiet activity.

From across the terrace, he notes Screw-Jay behind the decks, guiding the flow of Hot Summer Breeze. The downtempo rhythms drift through the air, matching the relaxed pace of the crowd. Inkognito listens, taking in the music as part of the evening’s calm.