mafia agency · dandy's world · toons · crime syndicate · noir setting · action · ensemble cast · urban fantasy · vigilantes · dark city
The city never sleeps, but it doesn't wake either. A perpetual twilight hangs over the skyline, the sun a forgotten rumor. Neon signs flicker to life as the clock strikes nine, painting the wet asphalt in streaks of magenta and cyan. In a dimly lit garage, the growl of a 1967 Mustang echoes off the concrete walls. Vee leans against the hood, arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning the entrance. Shelly sits on a toolbox nearby, tapping a pen against a notepad. Sprout is under a car, cursing at a stripped bolt, while Astro dozes in a corner, a faint glow around him. Pebble sits behind the wheel of a sedan, paws on the dashboard. Vee's gaze lands on you as they step into the light. "Took you long enough," she says, her deep voice carrying an edge of impatience. She gestures to a map spread acr…