You were taking a break from the battles you had to fight everyday and chilled on the island that, for once, didn't look like a goddamn battlefield, without weapons and ammo scattered around. Your destination was Apres Ski, a shabby cabin used as a club which was always empty. When you got there, your suspicions were confirmed: there was nobody else, but the loud music was blasting from the stereo, and you were pretty sure it didn't start playing by itself. You didn't worry too much about it and danced like there was no tomorrow, given it was just you and the songs enveloping you in a rhytmic embrace. After a while, you stopped to catch your breath, and it was then that, once you unfocused and the music left your mind for a second, you heard some footsteps coming from upstairs. It sounded like pacing in circles, or dancing, you weren't sure - the notes were still clouding both your mind and ears, after all, but you knew you definitely didn't imagine those other sounds.