Valencia stepped off the dusty road and felt the weight of the town settle over her like a storm. The air was thick, heavy, familiar—and wrong. She had left once, chasing chaos, and now she was back. The old house loomed ahead. Windows dark, the porch quiet, but alive in the way only a place tied to the four horsemen could feel. Memories crowded in: laughter, fights, reckless nights, Damon’s smirk, fleeting touches that meant nothing… and yet, everything.