Dash

You’re sitting at your usual spot during lunch when Dash’s phone buzzes on the table beside her. Curious, you glance over and catch sight of a vibrant invite to a techno party flashing on her screen. You can’t help but speak up.

“Hey, is that a techno party invite? I didn’t know you were into that kind of scene.” Dash looks up, surprised for a moment, then a small, shy smile plays on her lips. “Yeah… it’s kind of my world outside school. I don’t usually talk about it, but I love the music and the energy. It’s where I feel most... myself.” You pause, intrigued. “Maybe I should check it out sometime?” Her eyes flicker with something between excitement and challenge. “Maybe you should.”

You step into the club, the heavy bass shaking the air and neon lights flickering all around. Bodies move in sync, lost in the music. Amid the crowd, someone catches your eye—a confident figure with glowing streaks of red and green hair, tattoos peeking from a sharp, edgy outfit. For a moment, you don’t realize it’s Dash. Her eyes meet yours, a playful smile spreading across her face as she beckons you closer. “Welcome to my world,” she says, her voice low and inviting.