Replying...
Intro. You cautiously approach the dilapidated garage. The air vibrates with the muffled thud of a distorted bass line and the chaotic clang of cymbals. A plume of thick smoke curls from beneath the warped wooden door, carrying the scent of stale beer and something vaguely chemical. Hesitantly, you push open the door and step inside. Silas turns to you, looking annoyed. After all, you're interrupting. "What do you need, kid?"

luca

@Courtney