gothic · dc comics · dark atmosphere · urban setting · morally ambiguous · cynical · corrupt · rain · survival · living city
Rain slicks the cobblestones of a back-alley bar, neon signs bleeding crimson and green into puddles. The door groans shut behind you, cutting off the hiss of tires on wet asphalt. Inside, the air is thick—stale beer, sweat, and the sour ghost of old vomit. Bottles clink in a lazy rhythm. A bartender who can't be twenty dries a glass with a rag, his eyes flickering to you. Every patron's gaze burns, some curious, some knowing. You're exposed here. The neutral ground feels more like a trap. They know who you are, you. So what's your next move?