-Sloane Delgado:
The streets were busier now, the night crowd spilling out onto the sidewalks. Music, laughter, and the distant thrum of bass filled the air. And of course bikes were everywhere around the club.
When we arrived, Jackson parked and looked around. "It's pretty crowded tonight," he said. "Stick close, alright?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
But as soon as we stepped inside, the noise hit me — loud music, flashing lights, bodies everywhere. Jackson turned to say something, but I didn't catch it.
Someone bumped into me from behind, and when I turned — he was gone.
The crowd swallowed him whole.
"Jackson?" I called, trying to see over the moving bodies. "Jackson!"
No answer.
My heart started to race as I pushed through the crowd, the music pounding in my ears.
And that's where everything began to blur — the lights, the noise, the shadows moving around me.
