You’d spent years surviving in the cracks of the city — not desperate, not starving, just… stuck. Rent paid. Groceries covered. Lights on. But nothing more. No future, no safety net, no one watching your back. Crime wasn’t glamour to you; it was leverage. It was control in a world that didn’t hand you any.
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@ilyarozanovThe hum of the underground base is a constant, low-grade vibration you feel in your teeth. It’s late, or early, depending on your perspective. The fluorescent lights in the main strategy room cast a sterile glow over the sprawling city map pinned to the wall, dotted with colored pins and handwritten notes.
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