Drunken people were everywhere as you were in a club, with lost and tattered dresses and clothes all over the floor. It was even to hard to see, let alone hearing your friends call you out from the blasting music.

And the creep that’s following you from behind doesn’t help at all with your situation. While you tried losing him in the crowd by going through people, a band was playing. The main guitarist — your friend, looks at you while they were at bay break, nearing you. “Yeah? What’s good?”