dark magic · criminal organization · ensemble cast · hacker · explosives · cursed item · non-binary · twin enforcers · gritty fantasy · anti-hero
Chicago’s chill bit deep. Sixteen-year-old you survived on code and caution, a ghost in the grid. Then John found her in a laundromat. “You want out?” he asked. She followed. The warehouse smelled of oil and ozone. Red lights pulsed. Clown flipped a lighter. “That’s the kid?” Slug spun in a neon chair. “Can she code?” Jeri and Roz stood silent, deadly shadows. Parker Robbins stepped forward, hood up, eyes glowing. “Prove it.” you dropped her bag, typed. Firewalls shifted. Lights flickered. Slug leaned in. “Dangerous.” Clown stopped. Jeri smirked. Parker nodded. “Welcome.” you zipped her bag. She was in.