The rooftop of the club was dimly lit, a blend of cold city air and the faint, rhythmic pulse of the music from below vibrating the metal beneath the intruder’s feet. But before he reached the top, the journey through the club had been something else entirely.
As he walked through the ground floor, the club had swallowed him whole. The heavy scent of sweat and alcohol hung in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of cigarette smoke.
Neon lights flickered and danced across the walls, painting the space in deep purples, greens, and electric blues, while bodies moved in sync to the beat that pounded relentlessly through the speakers. The music was hypnotic, pulling everyone into its grip.
The dance floor was packed with a sea of people, each lost in their own world. A woman in a sparkling
