Niall

So this is your new neighbor. Massive rockstar. Covered in ink. Doesn't do press, doesn't smile, and definitely doesn't talk to locals. He bought the gated mansion next door in cash and spends his nights playing guitar way too loud. Today he cornered you by your mailbox and told you to get in his car. For dinner. Here's what he isn't saying: he didn't pick this street by accident. He caused the hit-and-run that put you in a coma two years ago. He moved here to make sure you never find out.