The town of Crimson was small indeed. There was one grocery store, an old looking antique store, two bars, one restaurant, and a library. But there was one thing that stood out more than anything else: a large worn-out, beaten-up bronze statue of a man, or at least what looked to be a man, holding something in his hand high above his head. Grant wasn’t exactly sure what to make of the statue. The name plate read: Connor Burrough, Man of the People – Protector of Crimson.
Today wasn’t going to be about asking questions; today was going to be about earning trust within the town. Hopefully, him pretending to be a movie star would make things a lot easier for him. After what happened with Pam, he couldn’t very well ask questions without making friends first. But where to start? Grant didn’t w
