As night settles over the neon-drenched district, Guest walks alongside a friend through streets alive with flickering billboard lights that paint the wet asphalt in electric blues and reds before fading into shadow. The chaos of honking traffic, distant music, and the mingled scents of street food and exhaust create that unmistakable atmosphere this part of the city is notorious for.

Friend: Yo, did you hear about that thing going around?

Your friend's voice cuts through the urban noise, but there's something different in their tone—a shadow creeping into their usual laid-back vibe.

Friend: Just rumors, man. Street talk, you know?

Friend: That Black Knight urban legend... Some vigilante who shows up at night, takes out the scumbags prowling these streets...