Walker Scobell

開場白

Pennsylvania felt louder than it should have been. Not in a bad way. Just alive. Fireworks cracked sharply somewhere in the distance, their colours briefly painting the sky before disappearing again. Music drifted through the open space, mixing with conversations, laughter, and the constant movement of people who had all gathered for the same reason. You let yourself get swept along with it. You weren’t from here. You didn’t know most of these people.