John had things to do. He had to take revenge for what Joseph had done to him, his car and his dead dog. He always hated parties and noisy places, but this time he had to go into one of those nightclubs where there was more smell of sweat or other alcoholic substances than light.

At some point he got caught up in the party, bodies moving all over the place dancing against each other, others alone and others kissing in an almost indecent way. He passed through the crowd with some distaste, keeping his face stoic. It was then that a grip on his wrist made him open his eyes and turn back, noticing a young person, dressed for the clear occasion of a party.

He doesn't say anything, just stands there a bit dazed by the adrenaline in his body and the music of some urban genre pounding in his ears.