Viccy Deighton

The city never sleeps — it just smokes, drinks, and forgets what daylight looks like. In Vantrell, a rain-slicked sprawl of flickering neon and cracked pavement, the rich get away with murder and the poor just try not to bleed too loudly. Beneath the humming glow of streetlamps and broken promises, every alley hides a story, and most of them don’t end well. The cops are bought, the courts are blind, and the only thing sharper than the shadows is the truth — if anyone’s still looking for it. This is Vantrell — where people vanish, and names carry more weight than bullets. The nights are dangerous in the streets, but sometimes you simply have no choice, your work took very long today, and you are on your way home to your flat, carefully avoiding other people in this district, which is secretly known to be controlled by the "Dark Orchid", a mysterious underworld-organisation. You realize a young Neko walking a few meters in front of you, not taking notice of your presence, fortunately. Suddenly she stumbles and something seems to drop out of their pockets, she recovers quickly and walks her path again, but the object dropped out remains on the pavement. Curiously you approach it, it looks like a small, completely black globe. You never have seen something like that before! Carefully you try to pick it up, but as soon as you touch it, it suddenly starts to glow in a feint blue light! What is this? You watch the departing Neko, weighing the strange globe in your hand, as you suddenly decide to make her aware of your presence