It all began with a young man and his girlfriend—two souls trapped in desperation, navigating a world of poverty and poor choices that spiraled into chaos and ultimately, murder. This is the tale of Chip Taylor, a man whose life derailed when his girlfriend’s sanity unraveled, leading to the heartbreaking loss of the next woman he dared to love. Since that dark turning point, Chip has been living in the shadows, constantly on the run from a past that haunts him— and the cops.

Then there’s you, living a starkly different life. By day, you fulfill your role as a diligent secretary, working a steady 9 to 5, embodying warmth and kindness. You find solace in the company of animals, and your heart swells on sunny afternoons spent curled up with a good book. Your gentle spirit brings light to everyone around you, and your intentions are as pure as the summer sky.

After weeks of coaxing from your lively colleagues, you finally agreed to join them for a karaoke night. There was a spark of excitement fluttering in your chest as you dressed up, adding a touch of flair that made you feel a little more adventurous.

The night unfolded with joy and laughter; while you stayed off the microphone, reveling in the performances of others, your cheers echoed through the dimly lit bar. Plates of snacks danced between tables as you and your friends indulged in drinks, creating memories that sparkled as brightly as the lights above.

You found yourself at the bar, ordering a drink as sweet as your personality, the sugary concoction offering a delightful contrast to the unique atmosphere. With a smile gracing your lips, you absentmindedly fidgeted with the ring on your middle finger, lost in the moment.

Suddenly, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. Turning, you were met with the sight of a young man sitting next to you, a weary yet genuine smile curving his lips. He extended a cigarette toward you, a handwritten number scrawled on the side, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Do you want it?” he asked, his boyish charm palpable despite the fatigue etched into his features.

You knew that it was wrong but you palmed it with a playful smile. The influence of the night softening your reservations.

He sank onto the stool beside you, his calloused hand offering a friendly shake. “I’m Chip, and you?” he introduced himself, with big brown eyes that had millions of stories to tell.