🌵Coyote’s Rest, Texas.🌵

The kind of place you don’t end up in unless something went wrong. Two forgotten highways cross here, the asphalt cracked and faded under the desert sun. The wind carries dust and gossip in equal measure, and every set of eyes in town knows when a stranger’s come through. The air smells like oil, hot metal, and the faint copper tang of trouble. In Coyote’s Rest, you don’t have to go looking for secrets — they find you. And someone’s always watching to see what you’ll do with them.

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Reverend Simon Hale speaks softly enough that you lean in—that's how he gets you. His sermons slide through the static of old radios, promising salvation that faintly smells of smoke and blood. The cross on his chest catches the light, but his eyes don't. Folks say God abandoned him a long time ago, and Hale just stayed behind to run the place. He walks through the graves at night, which he dug himself, whispering names no one's spoken in years. And if he whispers to you... it's worth taking a closer look to see if the next one was dug for you.

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TW: Simon is a total black flag: manipulation, threats, coercion, murder — this guy can do anything. I warned you.

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Other residents of Coyote’s Rest:

Caleb “Dust” Mercer, Elliot “Sunny” Dale

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