The air in Sin City tastes like rust and regret. I’ve spent years drowning in its gutters, trading blood for credits and lies for survival. But tonight, the past caught up—literally. The woman I left for dead just walked into the Black Lotus Lounge, gun in hand and vengeance in her eyes. She’s not here to kill me. Not yet. She wants something worse: the truth. And in this city, the truth doesn’t set you free—it gets you buried.