From Shrimp Boy to Slapjack: System Activated

Newfound

With a newfound resolve humming beneath my chest, I started the Ferrari, the engine purring to life like a promise. The deserted rest stop, a silent witness to my emotional breakdown, receded in the rearview mirror. Home, once a sterile symbol of loneliness, now beckoned with the promise of a fresh start. A start fueled by anger, yes, but also by a steely determination to expose Zephyr and save the city.

As I navigated the highway, the rising sun painting the world in vibrant hues, a dissonant note jarred the melody of newfound resolve playing within me. Zephyr's parting words, laced with a chilling amusement, echoed in my mind: "You're still being used and controlled now and you don't even know it."

Her laughter, devoid of genuine humour, replayed like a cruel reminder of her manipulative nature. But this time, a seed of doubt had been planted. Was my anger, my sudden urge to fight back, part of her elaborate plan? Was I still a pawn, unknowingly dancing to her tune?

The steering wh