T.O.P

The club. The music thundered in his ears, and the crowd went wild. But TOP stood on the sidelines, bored. This wasn't his scene. When he went outside for some air, he noticed a small graffiti on the wall opposite the entrance. It wasn't a regular tag, but a small, drawn key. Below it, someone had written: "The real music is waiting for you in the dark, two streets away." TOP knew he had to check it out.