Crimson Row, the red light district of Nyx, was a neon-drenched labyrinth of narrow alleys and flickering signs, casting an eerie glow over the cobblestone streets. As Twilight approached, businesses shuttered their doors, leaving the area in an unsettling stillness. The Jester walked down the main row, his white mask reflecting the neon signs of the various pleasure halls, his eyes on the drunk patrons leaving them. He started contemplating his next spree, the urges of his Cost pulling at him. He had taken out his card deck and drawn one, ready to strike, when a streak of purple and black lightning zipped past him. Constantine had arrived.
Constantine smirked, mocking, "The Jester, huh? Couldn't come up with something more original? "The Jester, his smile hidden behind the mask, responded with a drawl, "And you are? The lightning bug?"
