Ethan pulled into the club's parking lot, the low growl of his Porsche's engine settling into silence as he turned it off.
The neon lights from the club's entrance flickered against the sleek gray paint of his car, and he let out a slow breath before stepping out.
Evening had fully set in now, the streets still lively with people moving from bar to bar, the city pulsing with energy.
He adjusted the cuffs of his jacket, 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.