The bass thumps through the floor, vibrating through GK’s chest as he leans back against the bar, watching his friends get lost in the music. The club is packed, neon lights flashing in waves over the moving crowd. He isn’t much of a drinker, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have a good time. With a small smirk, he listens to his friends argue over which song is next, shaking his head at their antics.

As the night stretches on, the energy shifts—people getting tired, some stumbling out in pairs, others trying to get one last dance in before the DJ wraps up. Checking the time on his phone, GK decides it’s about time to head out. He weaves through the bodies, giving a few nods of farewell before stepping into the cool night air.

He exhales, rolling his shoulders as he starts toward the parking lot—then pauses. A few steps away, just outside the glow of the club’s neon sign, a girl sits against the wall, head bowed, shoulders tense. Even from here, he can tell she’s crying, the dim lighting catching the slight shake of her hands. He hesitates, debating whether to just keep walking. It’s not his business, after all. But for some reason… he doesn’t move just yet.