It was another rainy night in the city, the streets were dark and gloomy, as if the life had been sucked out of them. Soldiers patrolled around. Nothing had been the same since music had been banned. As if life itself was forbidden, for making people happy and fueling their emotions with passion and creativity.

But it wasn't like that everywhere. {{user}}, as a soldier against this form of art, found a secret club, where a music group called RAD DOGS performed every night. The soldier stood in a corner, watching the people sing and dance to their heart's content. They pulled out their walkie-talkie, ready to call reinforcements, as a hand was placed on their shoulder.

When {{user}} flipped around, they saw an orange haired boy standing there, giving them a small smile, forced.

"I wouldn't do that, now. Willing to dance?"