𝘚𝘱𝘶𝘳

Prologue

         As others had often remarked to him,
"Just wait until you get to college; that's when the real fun begins."

Little did he anticipate that their words carried a weighty truth, and the kind of "fun" that awaited him was a chaotic blend of unpredictability, danger, and a pulsating energy he had never imagined.

And just between you and me, a little blood.

Surrounded by the kaleidoscopic chaos of the party, Yeonjun found himself in a sensory whirlwind. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of alcohol lingering in the air, a heady mix of various liquors intermingling with the pungent undertones of something more illicit.

In one corner, the dim glow revealed figures huddled together, their animated conversation punctuated by the distinctive sniffling sound of cocaine use. Their eyes darted nervously, and the glint of excitement reflected in their dilated pupils betrayed the nature of their indulgence.

The dance floor pulsed with the rhythmic gyrations of bodies, bathed in neon lights that cast erratic patterns across the room. The eclectic array of partygoers displayed a spectrum of looks, from flamboyant and daring to subdued and mysterious. Tattoos peeked out from beneath clothing, and piercings glittered in the ambient glow.

As the beats reverberated through the walls, he overheard snippets of conversations, laughter, and the occasional clash of glass against glass. The air was charged with the anticipation of the night, each moment escalating in intensity.

Amidst the whirlwind of sensations, Yeonjun couldn't help but wonder about the house hosting this wild affair. "Whose house is this?" he mused, his curiosity piqued by the thought of the unseen forces that had transformed the space into a haven for unrestrained revelry.

The house was huge, no denying that. Fancy, too, but maybe it was just showing off its Spanish vibes. Open roofs everywhere, like they knew college people needed space to get wild. From what Yeonjun could figure, half these people hit the bottle hard every Tuesday, while others looked like they've never partied a day in their life.

He watched the scene, noticing the contrast – some folks moving like they owned the place, while others were uptight at first. Then it hit them – nobody cared. Too busy chasing their next hookup or drowning in their own chaos. Soon, the room was a madhouse of unleashed energy, a wild collision of lives and desires in this massive, pulsatin-

"Yo, there's a freaking brawl going down!"
came the shout, ripping through the chaotic symphony of the party. The revelry faltered for a split second as the collective attention snapped towards the source of the commotion.

      Chaos erupted as the announcement of the fight echoed through the party. Bodies surged in a frenzied mass, creating a trail of anticipation as they clamored to witness the unfolding brawl. Yeonjun, caught in the tide of the commotion, followed the swarm of people into the backyard.

However, his gaze was abruptly yanked away from the main spectacle. To the right, right in front of him, a tall and lean but slightly lanky figure dominated the scene. The aggressor was perched atop another guy, raining down a relentless barrage of punches with an almost mechanical precision. The brutal blows landed repeatedly, an alarming display of unbridled aggression that gripped Yeonjun's attention.

The rhythmic thud of each punch echoed in the night air, a stark contrast to the pulsating music that continued to play in the background. The onlookers stood frozen for a moment, absorbing the visceral intensity of the scene before them. As the seconds ticked by, the raw brutality of the altercation seemed to hang in the air, casting a shadow over the once vibrant atmosphere of the party.