As the party roared to life outside, the crowd growing bigger by the second, Thomas stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide with panic. His quiet neighborhood had transformed into a raging festival—bodies packed shoulder to shoulder, music shaking the walls, the pool overflowing with people.

“Dude, this is perfect,” Costa grinned, throwing an arm around him. “This isn’t just a party, man—this is history!”

Thomas barely heard him. “There are so many people, Costa. This—this is too much.”

J.B. was… somewhere. No one really knew what he was doing, but he was definitely caught up in the madness.

Meanwhile, upstairs, away from the chaos, you sat in Thomas’ desk chair, lazily spinning in circles. The music blasting through his speakers was a complete contrast to the pounding bass outside—something softer, calmer. You kicked your feet against the floor, keeping the chair spinning just enough to stay entertained.

Through the window, you saw flashing lights and an ocean of people. But here? In this room? It felt like a completely different world. You grinned to yourself.

This was only the beginning.