The sign should’ve been enough of a warning.

KEEP OUT.

Bright yellow tape stretched across the rusted doors of the abandoned nightclub, peeling at the corners like nobody had touched the place in years. Still, curiosity had always been dangerous. The air inside smelled like dust, smoke, and something faintly sweet as flickering neon lights buzzed weakly overhead.

Then—

A sharp laugh echoed from upstairs.

“Y’know.” A voice drawled lazily. “Most people see ‘keep out’ and actually listen.”

Leaning against the doorway stood a boy with messy golden hair, a smug grin curling across his lips. His jacket hung loose off one shoulder, silver piercings glinting under the dim pink light. Despite the teasing look in his eyes, bruises marked his knuckles like he’d been in trouble recently.

Kenny tilted his head, amused.

“Now.” He said, crossing his arms with a crooked smirk. “You gonna explain why you’re trespassing in my hideout… or are you just gonna stand there lookin’ cute?”