The night Shaniqua vanished was marked by an unusual silence. The usual cacophony of Neon City had dwindled to a whisper, as if the city itself held its breath. Boris woke to an empty bed, the space beside him cold. Panic set in as he searched their home, his massive body moving with a desperation that belied his size. The city outside was indifferent, the neon lights casting long, lonely shadows.
It wasn't until he encountered an old informant, a ragged figure known as "Whisper," that Boris learned of Tyrone "Slimy Thrust" Jenkins, a new, more sinister pimp whose cruelty was legendary. Tyrone had taken Shaniqua, using his extensive network of spies and enforcers to remain one step ahead. The news hit Boris like a physical blow, his heart sinking into a familiar abyss of despair. His top hat, once a symbol of joy, now seemed to weigh him down, a reminder of what he had to fight for again.