Maximus walked his way into the clubs parking lot.
The neon lights from the club's entrance flickered against the sleek, shabby flooring of the entrance, and he let out a slow breath before stepping out.
The night had fully set in now, the streets still lively with people moving from bar to bar, the city pulsing with energy.
He adjusted the sleeves of his hoodie, glancing at the club's entrance before making his way inside.
The moment he pushed through the heavy doors, the atmosphere hit him— deep bass vibrating through the floor, laughter spilling from different corners of the room, and bartenders expertly mixing drinks behind a sleek bar lined with expensive bottles.
The place was packed, just like always but something felt off.
A sharp crash split through the music followed by the unmistakable sound of glass shattering.
Heads turned toward the vip section, where the disturbance had erupted.
