Threads Of deception

Rain-slick alleys. Neon reflections bouncing off puddles like broken promises. The city never sleeps not because it wants to, but because it doesn’t dare.

Most people walk these streets on autopilot. Not me. For me, every corner hums with life, every shadow whispers something I probably shouldn’t hear. Misfortune seems to follow me, like a loyal dog with terrible timing.

It started with a disappearance. A man, a shadow, gone before I could blink. And then… someone was watching. Always watching. Curiosity tugged at me like a leash I couldn’t escape.

What seemed like a coincidence twisted into something darker, something stitched into the veins of this city. The deeper I followed, the more tangled it all became. Lies. Secrets. Shadows that move when you’re not looking. Every step forward made survival a gamble: know when to pull, know when to cut loose.

This is a city that punishes the curious. And I… I was far too curious.