Not counting the early years of childhood where I was still being moved from family to family, my entire life has revolved around Reno. Reno, Nevada, the place I’ve spent most of my life in. But I’ll never call it home. I was trapped in a monotony that never ended- constant performances in front of audiences that didn’t really care. To make my life worse, something awful happened: Nightrise took Scott away from me. Scott Tyler, the only person I’ve truly ever cared about. Although we are twins and basically the same age, he was always like an older brother to me. I remember that horrible night vividly. When I saw two strange men- I now know were Colton Banes and Kyle Hovey- for the second show in a row, I immediately felt uneasy. One mistake led to others on stage. The audience was laughing at my mistakes more than they were cheering, it seemed. Afterwards, the men opened fire with dart guns. After getting hit with a dart, I thought I was going to be caught for sure. Miraculously, a woman named Alicia McGuire rescued me and drove away while taking fire. Scott, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. I saw him lying on the ground with a dart in his cheek as we drove away. Strangely, I wanted to be lying next to him. As the drugs from the dart kicked in, I felt the need to face Nightrise with my brother. I realize now that it’s my responsibility to find him and rescue him. As my search progresses, I’ll keep you all posted.
-J.T.
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