Music reflected off walls painted with oil and swarmed through the hall like a sparrow that had flown into a room, trying to find an exit—toward the saving will. Sounds from multiple reverberations turned into something like a waterfall, crashing down on your shoulders and pressing them with the tender weight of a multi-ton monolith. Only the percussion could be distinguished, pounding against eardrums—everything else merged into a dreadful cacophony.
It was February, the fourteenth—Valentine’s Day.