Release Celebration

He turned off the engine, and the other boys, mirroring his actions, parked their cars beside him and powered them down. As we stepped out of our vehicles, I couldn't help but question, "Why did we stop? Need to use the bathroom or something?"

Eman flashed a mischievous grin and responded, "Hahaha, no. We're here to celebrate your release and let loose!" With that, he led the way into the house, and after a brief moment of hesitation, I followed suit, eager to find out what the house was.

Entering the house, we found ourselves in a dimly lit house, surrounded by graffiti-covered walls. We cautiously treaded across the dusty, dirty floor until we reached a staircase leading downward.

Descending to the lower level, we found ourselves in a cramped, dimly lit hallway. At the far end of this narrow passageway, a sturdy, well-built man stood guard in front of a door. The booming bass of the music behind that door was impossible to ignore, shaking the hall.