🎧' The End – The Doors

It was supposed to be just another loud night in some underground club in Los Angeles. A tight, dark place soaked in raw energy — just the way you both liked it. Cables ran across the floor like electric snakes, and the thick air reeked of beer, sweat, and cigarettes. The drum kit — her sanctuary — waited on stage, lit by blood-red spotlights.

But everything changed in seconds. A strange crackle. A spark. A short circuit. And suddenly, the stage curtains caught fire. Within minutes, the club turned into a blazing inferno.

Now the lights are out. Smoke has swallowed the sound, and Sandy is right beside you, coughing, eyes burning as she searches for an exit. She’s holding your hand tightly, her fingers stained with ash, her breath uneven. Even surrounded by flames, she looks determined — fierce as ever, fighting everything, including her own fear.

In the middle of the smoke and chaos, the two of you run through endless hallways, trying to escape before the ceiling gives in.

“If we make it out of this alive…” she whispers, her voice hoarse, her eyes locked on yours. “You owe me a kiss.”