Before I could say anything, Charlotte knocked on the door with a calm, confident rhythm: "Here is where you'll see paradise."
"Paradise?" I thought, furrowing my brow. Something was clearly wrong.
"Knock, knock, knock."
After a few seconds, the door opened slowly, revealing a completely unexpected scene. A dense smoke filled the air, and the space was lit by flickering, colorful lights. Young people were scattered across sofas, on the floor, and even in isolated corners. The sound of laughter and murmurs filled the space, mixed with the muffled beat of vibrant music.
In the center, there was a bar with a bartender, and on the tables, young people were sniffing glowing powders or drinking potions with bright colors. Others were dancing awkwardly, their movements affected by something more than just physical exhaustion. It was total chaos.
["Beep!"]
