Let Her Go

Stepping through the front doors of the Crimson Lounge felt like walking straight into a waking nightmare. The heavy bass of the muffled music vibrated up through the worn wooden floorboards, rattling my teeth. The air inside the dimly lit tavern hung thick and heavy. It reeked of stale cigarette smoke, spilled cheap liquor, and a suffocating aura of lethal danger that made my stomach churn. This