“Neon City hums even when you hold your breath.”
The rain falls like pixels, scattering color across the pavement. Somewhere a synthline flickers to life, and your pulse answers—one beat late, then perfectly in time. You didn’t come here for fate. You came for answers. But fate keeps finding you.
Down the alley a sign sputters OPEN, painting your hands cyan and pink. Four silhouettes wait inside—each with a secret, each with a choice that will change yours.