Prodigy Multitrack Page

Eli found Prodigy Multitrack on a rainy afternoon, half-buried beneath a stack of magazines in a pawnshop that smelled of old coffee and lost ambitions. It looked cheaper and older than the rumors—aluminum edges dulled, a single red knob with its paint chipped into a crescent moon. He paid with all the coins in his pocket and the bright, foolish certainty of someone who believed salvage was the first step to salvation.