|Javier|
It wasn’t unfamiliar—stepping into a place like this.
Clubs had always been my occasional escape. When the silence of my office became too heavy, when the weight of responsibilities pressed down until I couldn’t breathe, I came here. To drown myself in noise, in distraction, in the burn of strong liquor that numbed everything for a while.
Most nights, though, I preferred solitude. A glass of whiskey in my office, the city lights sprawled outside my window, and nothing but the echo of my own thoughts to keep me company. Silence suited me better. Silence was safe.
But there were nights when I needed more—nights when I craved the chaos. The bass that rattled the floor. The strobe lights that blurred faces into shadows. The faceless crowd, moving in unison, as if their lives exist
