In the club we all fam, right? A hot new club felt like the perfect place for two ex-besties to bury the hatchet. They could make-up AND get shitfaced It's opening night: the place is packed, the music is pumping, the party favors are kicking in, & masks are starting to fall off. Truths begin to leak, big feels are had, & blood begins to spill. Death has somehow made it behind the velvet rope, a special VIP guest of the owner: the infamously picturesque playboy, Dorian Gray. This friendship was already in trouble, but can it survive a disco bloodbath?