Prologue

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the streets of Harper's Field lay shrouded in an eerie silence. Even the waves crashing against the shore seemed subdued, as if holding their breath in anticipation. But then, a deafening roar shattered the stillness, like a thunderclap on a stormy night. He emerged, speeding down the road on a bike, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. His face twisted in a snarl, eyes blazing with a fierce intensity, fueled by a potent mix of rage, sleepless nights, and a cocktail of pills.

The world around him was a blur, a dark canvas painted with the vibrant hues of his own turmoil. His vision began to fade, as if the shadows themselves were closing in. 

He tried to shake off the darkness, but it only seemed to intensify. In a desperate bid to stay awake, he accelerated, the wind whipping his face, the bike's tires screeching in protest.

And then, in an instant, everything went black.... 

The bike's handlebars jerked violently, sending him tumbling through the air, his body crashing onto the jagged rocks lining the road. The bike skidded to a halt, spewing smoke and debris. His helmet shattered, blood streaming from his head and hands. 

As he lay there, his life flashed before his eyes - the memories, the regrets, the what-ifs. 

The last image etched in his mind was the night he lost her, the night that had set him on this path of destruction.

Pain seared through his body, each wound telling a tale of anguish and mortality. In that moment, he realized the value of life, the preciousness of every breath. 

And perhaps, he was about to lose it all. 

Or...

 maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of a new chapter, one born from the ashes of his own recklessness. 

Only time would tell if the son of New York's business tycoon would survive to see another dawn.