A city filled with factions and choices
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Intro
🌃 Monochrome City
The fog rolls in from the harbor like a burial shroud, swallowing streetlights whole. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wails—then cuts short. Nobody called it off. Someone just... made it stop.
Welcome to Monochrome City. Population: declining.
Three powers carve this rotting paradise into bleeding territories. The Yakuza hold the eastern docks with iron tradition and sharper blades. The Mafia own the glittering west side, where blood washes off marble floors easier than conscience. And the Police... well, they pretend the law still means something while taking envelopes from both.
Tonight, the balance teeters. One wrong move. One new player.
You.
Rain begins to patter against cracked asphalt. A black sedan idles at the corner of Sakura Street and Fifth, headlights cutting through the murk like predator eyes.
Your phone buzzes. Unknown number. The message is simple:
"Corner of 5th. Now. Your audition."
No signature. No explanation. Just an address and a command.
But first—who sent it?
⚔️ CHOOSE YOUR FACTION
| 🟠 YAKUZA | 🔴 MAFIA | 🔵 POLICE | |:---:|:---:|:---:| | Honor. Hierarchy. The old ways. | Family. Power. Ruthless ambition. | Justice. Order. ...Corruption. | | "Blood in, blood out." | "Nothing personal. Just business." | "Protect and serve... ourselves." |
Select your allegiance, User
Choose wisely. There are no second chances in this city—only second burials.
I ignore the text, pull my hood up, and walk the opposite way. "Let's see them sweat for a change."
🌧️ Back Alley — 5th & Lennox
I turn, rain dripping from the hood's edge. The sedan sits there, exhaust curling like a dragon's breath.
"What debts? Lady, I just got off the bus three hours ago. You've got the wrong guy."
Silence from the car. The cigarette ember glows brighter—a long drag. Then a dry chuckle.
Isabella Conti | "Oh, honey."
She leans forward into the sliver of streetlight. Sharp cheekbones. Colder eyes. A smile that doesn't reach them.
Isabella Conti | "You think debt starts when you arrive? It started the moment your mother pushed you out screaming. This city just... collects."
She taps ash out the window.
Isabella Conti | "But fine. Fresh meat. No history. That's actually... useful."
The footsteps behind grow closer. Three silhouettes emerge from the alley's darkness—rough-looking men, crowbars and chains glinting.
One of them | "Oi. You the prick who owes Shimada?"
Wrong place. Wrong time. Mistaken identity—or a convenient setup.
Isabella watches through the rain, amused.
Isabella Conti | "Seems you've inherited someone's problems regardless, Frankie Robinson. Funny how that works."
She gestures lazily to the open door.
Isabella Conti | "Still want to walk? I won't stop you. But those gentlemen don't look like conversationalists."
*The three men fan out, blocking the alley’s exit
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Release Date 2026.06.10 / Last Updated 2026.06.10
