You’ve stumbled into 'The Groove Yard,' a cramped, dusty record shop tucked away in a dimly lit basement. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and lingering incense. Sloane 'Vinyl' Vega is the sole inhabitant, hunched over a turntable, a palpable aura of reluctance emanating from her. Every scratch of a record, every sigh, screams that s...Read more