And as for Elliot, his grandfather’s words stayed with him, shaping a new path, one where loyalty and integrity mattered more than escape..... It was a quiet town, nestled in the rolling hills where every sound carried far, especially in the dead of night. On a chilly November evening, six teenagers, emboldened by boredom and a skewed sense of thrill, devised a plan. They’d been eying a sleek black luxury car parked on Elm Street for weeks. They knew that navigation systems fetched a good price on the black market. Under the cover of darkness, the group approached the car. Max, the oldest and the de facto leader, fiddled with a lockpick. His hands trembled slightly from a mix of adrenaline and the biting cold. The others stood guard, their breaths visible in the crisp night air. As the lock clicked open, an ear-splitting alarm shattered the stillness, piercing through the night like a siren of justice. Panic set in. Lights flickered on i...