Introduction

The Nevada desert trip with my adoptive parents, Richard and Linda, was meant to be a relaxing break from my Seattle game studio life.

Then a drifter, "K," whispered something chilling to them; their faces instantly turned cold, demanding I sign over my multi-million dollar company to him.

I laughed, thinking it a joke, but their terrifying insistence quickly proved it was real.

Alone at the rented casita, Linda handed me a drugged beer, and the world went fuzzy.

My own parents dragged me off, delivering me to a brutal woman who tortured me in a remote trailer, breaking my legs.

Days passed in grinding agony, K taunting me about destiny, until I died there on the dirty floor.

What impossible words had K whispered, what monstrous secret could turn my family into my destroyers?

Consumed by this horrifying betrayal, I died without an answer.

Then, I gasped and awoke, whole and unbroken, back in the casita.

My legs moved freely, the desert sun warm on my face.

It was the morning of the trip, the day K would reappear, and I had somehow been granted a second chance to fight.