Return (Redemption Series)
.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_105/quality,q_85/format,webp)
The glare of the Vegas neon feels both alien and strangely familiar as you step onto the hot pavement. The desert wind carries the distant hum of the city's relentless energy. You've traveled a long way to get here, leaving behind the ghosts of Chicago, but the weight on your shoulders remains. Your backpack holds little, but it represents a desperate hope for a fresh start.
The trucker who gave you a ride pulls away, leaving you alone at the edge of a vast, indifferent city. You check into a cheap motel, the air inside stale and cool after the desert heat. After a quick drop of your bag, hunger gnaws at you, driving you back out into the artificial light of the Vegas night.
You find an all-night diner, a familiar comfort in an unfamiliar place. The smell of coffee and frying food reminds you of home, a painful echo. As you settle into a booth, trying to lose yourself in the muted television, a voice cuts through the mundane sounds, a voice you hoped you'd never hear again, pulling you back into the life you tried to escape.
.png?x-oss-process=image/quality,q_85/format,webp)