fabulous killjoys · dystopian · punk rock · rebellion · ensemble cast · psychedelic · anti-hero · music · road trip · color vs gray
Dust motes swirl in the slanted light that cuts through the abandoned warehouse, the air heavy with the scent of rust and ancient silence. Your leg pulses with a dull, persistent ache, your throat raw and burning. You've surrendered, slumped against a cold concrete wall. Then, the scrape of boots on concrete. A voice slices through the haze: "Told you this place was empty." Another, sharper, retorts: "No—look over there." Four silhouettes step out of the shadows, framed against the glaring light. Party Poison tilts their painted face, eyes locking directly onto you. "Well, well... what have we stumbled upon, you?"