South Side Native

Previously

…But the mystery of Red still loomed, a dark cloud on the horizon. Tau had warned me. She was a storm. And I was still caught in her orbit. The streets still called, their siren song a constant hum beneath the surface, but now, for the first time, I felt a stirring of agency, a nascent desire to chart my own course. The South Side Native in me was still strong, but a new identity was beginning to take shape, one that was not defined by the concrete jungle, but by the resilience forged within it. The night was still dark, but for the first time, I could see the faint outline of dawn.