“This is my SONG!” Sophia shouted to no one in particular, still suspended above the crowd, her face split in a grin that could power the whole warehouse. The masses below responded by bouncing her higher, as if her happiness was fuel for their own celebration.

“She really is something else,” Daniel murmured, his smile carrying equal parts relief and admiration.

“She’s the best,” Juniper agreed, watching her friend orchestrate chaos like it was her personal symphony. In that moment, the warehouse felt less like a trap and more like Sophia’s natural habitat - a place where her particular brand of controlled mayhem could shine.

Sophia surfed the hands back toward them, dismounting with a theatrical bow of piñata glory. “Did you see that? I think I just became their queen-”

Juniper opened her mouth to respond, but the words died in her throat as the music shifted - a single menacing note cutting through the celebration like a blade.