The revelation from Ajit had a paralyzing effect on me; the once vibrant surroundings of Club Enigma faded into an eerie silence as if the bustling crowd had ceased to exist. The thudding beat, coinciding with the opening gates, jolted me back to the present moment. As I regained consciousness, the images of the slain gangsters and the two gun suppliers played like a haunting slideshow in my mind. The dark shadows within the club beckoned, accompanied by the pulsating beats of Brad Fiedel's "Terminator" in an Asmian Techno Remix, each rhythm echoing louder than the last. Amidst the techno symphony, my thoughts were a relentless shuffle of the gruesome murder pictures, etched vividly in my memory.