The Rain of Neon-Sorrow
In Neon-Sorrow, the rain never stopped. It was a chemical drizzle that tasted of copper and ozone, washing the grime of a billion souls into the gutters of a city that had forgotten the sun. Here, the only currency was information, and the only law was the Hunt. Jax was a cleaner. He didn't clean floors; he cleaned civilizations. As a high-ranking operative of the Hunter’s Guild, his job was...
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