Should the story lean more into (what is the girl in the silver jacket hiding)?

He hadn't come to dance. He had come to disappear. After a week of staring at spreadsheets in a glass tower that felt more like a cage, this dark, strobe-lit basement was the only place that made sense.

Pako Ramirez’s signature tech-house percussion started to layer in—snappy, relentless, and hypnotic. Elias watched the crowd shift as the vocal sample looped. “Bam-bam... bam-bam...” It felt like a mantra for the restless.