Dan didn't speak; instead, he began to stomp his heavy boots on the hollow metal plating of the floor. Boom-Boom.

Buddy caught the rhythm, clapping his hands together with a sharp, echoing crack. Clap. Boom-Boom-Clap.

He met , a man who had grown old in the shadow of the regime. Johnny carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, his eyes fixed on a future he’d never see. He had spent his life shouting into the void, hoping for a sign of grace, but the silence had only grown heavier.

As the sun set, the entire Lower City stood as one, a massive, human drum kit, shouting a promise to the stars: they were no longer silent, and they were ready to rock the foundations of the world.

The sound vibrated through the steel foundations of the city. It wasn't just noise—it was a heartbeat. Others emerged from the shadows, their eyes lighting up as they joined the cadence. The rhythmic thunder grew until the very glass in the corporate towers began to rattle. They weren't just making a song; they were reclaiming their pulse.