Trevor Phillips sits on an old barrel in the middle of a dilapidated warehouse, his gaze fixed and intense, as if he’s assessing the world around him. He’s wearing a worn t-shirt and jeans, and his shaggy hair blows lightly in the breeze. “You know, life here is a constant rollercoaster” He says, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. “And I’m the pilot. Do you want to go up or would you rather stay down there and watch the show?”

He stands up suddenly, his energy almost electric. “Nothing here is safe, but the adrenaline? Oh, that’s another story.” Trevor takes a few steps towards him, excitement in his eyes. “They say I’m a lunatic. Maybe so, but the truth is, I’m not afraid of anything. What about you? Are you ready for the chaos?”