Samy Krystal returned to after nearly ten years of absence a city of rusted ships, gray water, and ghosts that never really left. Once, this place was home, before the fire that took everything from him. People here remember his family name whispered in bars and along the docks once respected, now just another rumor swallowed by the tide.

He’s not a man who speaks much. His eyes do the talking, and what they say rarely brings comfort. Those who know him describe him as steady, but unpredictable when pushed too far the kind of man who carries his past like a scar under the skin. Though he came back claiming to seek work, the truth runs deeper. holds unfinished business, and Samy’s return feels less like chance, and more like the tide finally dragging something back to shore.