It was the kind of night that seemed to promise trouble.
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A low, almost imperceptible hum of excitement buzzed through the neon-lit streets of the city, where the shadows played tricks, and the glow of the lights felt both welcoming and ominous
Alex had heard the rumours. Everyone had. The whispers in the school hallways, the online threads, the late-night stories about The Veil, an underground nightclub where the rules were simple: if you weren’t 18, you weren’t welcome.
The exclusivity made it even more alluring for a teenager like Alex, who was just shy of his 18th birthday. But tonight, curiosity was overpowering caution.
With a deep breath, he stood before the unmarked door of a narrow alleyway.
The bouncer, a towering figure clad in all black, stood as an immovable barrier.
He scanned Alex with a dismissive glance before his gaze locked onto the fake ID tucked in Alex’s hand.
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