The bus dropped me in what could generously be called a town. More like a collection of buildings that had decided to cluster together out of loneliness. Main Street stretched for maybe six blocks, lined with mom-and-pop shops that looked like they'd been there since the seventies and hadn't seen a reason to update.

It was perfect.

My stomach had been growling for the last two hours of the ride, a persistent reminder that running away on an empty stomach was dramatically stupid. The gas ...