The Whisperer’s cryptic warning about the Serpent’s Coil hung heavy in the air, a phantom chill cutting through the lounge’s humid warmth. Kael exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Zara. The old financial district was a labyrinth of forgotten tunnels…

A heavy silence, thicker than the synth-smoke, descended upon the Obsidian Lounge, broken only by the Whisperer’s raspy voice and the distant, rhythmic drip of rain. Kael’s hand instinctively hovered near the hidden blaster under the bar, his eyes narrowing,…

Kael didn’t even flinch, just gave Zara a quick, dry look. “Always sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, huh, Ghost?” he shot back, a faint smirk playing on his lips, even as his internal monitors continued to process the…

The old neon sign of “The Obsidian Lounge” flickered erratically, casting long, purple shadows down a rain-slicked alley in Neo-Veridia. Inside, amidst the haze of synth-smoke and the low thrum of a forgotten blues track, sat Kael, a data-broker with…