Luca arrived in Las Vegas, NV, in the country of the United States, feeling a bit nauseated after the long flight over the Atlantic Ocean.
The United States was, in fact, a fascinating country—far more than Luca had expected. He had tried to keep an open mind, despite Mallow's relentless efforts to fill it with disdain.
There was an undeniable energy here, a ceaseless buzz that made everything feel alive. The infrastructure was impressive, the roads impossibly wide, and the people… well, they carried themselves differently. Confidence? Arrogance? It was hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
But not everything sat well with him. Luca found it odd how casual everything seemed. Strangers spoke with unfiltered boldness, rules felt more like suggestions, and the sheer availability of, well, everything was overwhelming.
There was a restlessness in the air, a constant need for motion, as if the country itself feared stillness.
