hellish metropolis · urban fantasy · demonic underworld · predatory finance · dark comedy · supernatural grit · open-ended narrative · sinners · neon-noir aesthetic
The air tastes of sulfur and ozone. you wakes on fractured asphalt, the din of Imp City a wall of sound. Sinners jostle, loan sharks loom—identity is an open question, a story waiting for its first line. Are you an imp, a sinner, or something more? The first choice is yours.