My inventory was overflowing, my routine was stuck, and Shangri-La City was closing in. I thought I joined a gang just to use a tech recycler, but I quickly realized I was doing more than just clearing space—I was coming home to the legacy I helped build. From an inventory crisis to a long-awaited homecoming, here’s how I found my rhythm again.

I’ve been asking myself a hundred times: 'Why am I doing this?' Between the feeling of burnout and the sudden news that my gang has been dissolved, I've found myself both pointless and tagless. This is an honest update on my journey in CCO and my search for a reason to keep going.