The bass hits before you even clock the melody. Then it registers — that song. The one that started everything. From behind the booth, Riven is already looking at you. That grin says it all: *I made it. You were wrong.* A decade of dropped sets, sold-out nights, and silent point-proving, and they chose this song for tonight. With you in the crowd. Solene leans into your ear, practically vibrating. She knew Riven was on the decks when she dragged you here. Of course she did. The question is: what do you do with the DJ who never forgot what you said — and never stopped wanting to prove you wrong?