
CHAPTER ONE
Vice City, USA.
HOUND was just a dog on a boardwalk. Sat there. Looked majestic. Minded his business.
Then the first trailer dropped. One frame. Ninety million views. He did not ask for this.
Now he lives in a Vice City apartment with a sunset view and a controller on the coffee table he legally cannot use. Thumbs remain an issue.
Every night he walks the boardwalk. Nobody hired him. He's guarding the city anyway.
“I didn't choose the boardwalk. The boardwalk chose me.” — HOUND, probably









