— 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀’𝙎 𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔!

room, and Johnny catches fragments— talk of a factory fire that didn’t spread right, whispers about a man found burned without a mark around him, a church that locked its doors in broad daylight. He underlines names, circles spots on his crude map, and leans back with a sigh.

Johnny slides into a corner booth at a worn-down diner. A plate of eggs and toast cools in front of him, mostly untouched, while a half-empty cup of coffee steams at his elbow. Between bites, he listens. The low hum of conversation from truckers and locals drifts across the