Red Night At Skye's (2024)

 

Dire straits lead to desperate measures.

A former soldier fights for his country.

He makes sacrifices in the name of humanity.

And when his moral duty is fulfilled, what does he receive in return?

No money.

An alcoholic father.

A terminally ill wife.

Children quietly unraveling from the inside out.

He’s drowning in healthcare costs,

staring down the possible loss of the trailer they call home.

So when life chooses to repay Cole this way,

he’s forced to find an alternative — quickly.

Patience is a luxury.

Virtue requires time.

And Cole has neither.

But Cole isn’t the only one.

Desperation doesn’t always isolate —

sometimes it spreads.

And it isn’t as simple as misery loves company.

This is a collective of people who once did the right thing,

only to be repaid with the same debt Cole carries.

Are they bad people?

No.

Not inherently.

Weak, maybe.

But unless you’ve walked in their shoes,

you don’t get to decide that with certainty.

A life of crime isn’t sustainable — legally or ethically.

And it produces consequences far worse than the original problem.

But when you’re in survival mode,

you don’t contemplate consequences.

And you certainly don’t stop to consider

what your desperation quietly —

creepily —

invites in.

That’s when the moral and logical portal opens,

and becomes contaminated

by a presence pursued for nefarious purpose.

Skye’s pawn shop.

Not just any pawn shop.

Beneath it lies something else entirely —

a special lab hidden in the basement,

where desperation meets intention.

And what’s found there

is far more than the gold mine you thought you’d struck.

Because with nefarious business comes consequences —

dangling in front of you like a golden carrot,

beautiful in shape,

rotten at its core.

And the choice you make…

By this point, your good intentions —

the belief that your heart was in the right place,

that you were only doing what you had to do

to ensure survival —

become irrelevant.

They’re buried deep in the lowest crevice

where your soul should be.

And it will eat at you.

Trust me.

It will eat.

It will consume.

And then consume again.

Until there’s nothing left to salvage.

And by then,

it’s far too late to return to the faith you abandoned

the moment life became unbearable.

So you’re left with one final question:

Was any of it worth it?

Moral of the story:

Pick your poison.

But choose wisely.

10/10 Rating!