Chapter 1: Gooner Dev’s Last Ride
"Freaking kill yourself!!"
Leon howled the lyrics at the top of his lungs as the song blasted on full volume in his Bugatti, the booming bass vibrating through the steering wheel while the freezing morning wind slapped his face awake.
His long hair fluttered madly behind him, turning into a tangled, flying mess, but he didn’t care in the slightest.
He was feeling ridiculously good. That much was obvious from the sheer speed at which he was tearing down the wide, empty highway, as if he owned the whole damn stretch of concrete.
Not that anyone else was around to object—aside from the occasional lonely truck, the road was completely barren. No sane person would be cruising across state lines at this ungodly hour just for the hell of it.
But Leon wasn’t just anyone.
This wasn’t some last-minute trip, or a dramatic run from the law, or even some attempt at finding peace.
Nope. This was just freedom.
A long, overdue ride, one that he had waited almost ten years to take.
Leon had been chained to a dream, stuck grinding in the shadows, burning away his youth in the hope of building something that wouldn’t just pay his rent—but maybe shake the damn world too.
He had dropped out of college early, betting everything on his passion for games, and had spent years locked away in a shoebox apartment, surviving on discount noodles, instant coffee, and a stubbornness that refused to die. His body had starved, his bank account had cried, and his social life had withered to nothing.
Even his girlfriend left him—said he didn’t give her enough time, enough attention. Said she was tired of being second to his "silly dream."