The city wore its sins like a second skin, its neon scars bleeding into the dark night, illuminating the perpetual twilight in a ghostly hue. Max Slade and Vivian drifted through the mist-laden streets, shadows among shadows, their resolve hardening with every step. The scent of rain and decay filled the air, a reminder of the rot that clung to every brick and cobblestone. The victory at The Abyss was bittersweet; the city's underbelly had more secrets to reveal, more demons to confront.
They had received a tip, a whisper carried through the damp, electrified air, about a man named Gabriel Hawke. An information broker with his fingers on the city's pulse, he was their next lead. But finding him was another story. Hawke operated in the Devil's Playground, a part of the city that even the rats avoided. It was a sanctuary for the damned, a haven for those who had sold their souls and found solace in the darkness.
