Concrete jungle of shadows
ere in
fter months of job hunting and countless rejections, she had finally landed her dream job as a journalist at The Daily Times newspaper,the biggest
hrough the room. Startled, she hurried to answer the door. Standing before her was Mr. Thompson, her la
impatience. "You've been dodging your responsi
ords stumbling out, "Mr. Thompson, I just got the job at The Daily Times. I
rds won't pay the bills, Miss Amelia. You have one week to settl
oor, leaning against it as tears threatened to spill. How could her long-awaited success be overshadowed b
this setback deter her dreams. She glanced at the empty apartment, the boxes still waiting to be unpacked. "I wo
ere in
a cold subway platform. Confusion clouded his mind as he scanned his surroundings. The bustling crowd push
ir young son, Jacob, seated among the passengers. But something was terribly wrong. Their eyes held an eerie emptiness, their
Dr. Baker, and the scene
g long shadows. Confusion consumed him as he struggled to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous day. Questions
r tha
hed for her phone and dialed a familiar number. Emily, her ch
treating you?" Emily's voice was
her friend. She shared the news of her job at The Daily Times, her aspirations, and h
ld be roommates, explore the city together
ed with excitement. "Amelia, you know I've always admired your bravery. I'
of warmth in the midst of her uncertainty. With Emily by her sid
wood f
was thick with the scent of ancient parchment and the weight of countless artifacts, each holding its own
e raised his head, his piercing gaze fixed on a mysterious painting that adorned the wall. It depicted a cloake
being of immense power, an entity rumored to be entwined with the very fabric of the city itself. Legends spoke of Sentis as a harbinger
re, hoping to uncover the secrets that lay hidden beneath the surface of New York. His studies
weight of countless relics and tomes, each holding a clue, a piece of the puzzle he had been assembling for years. Symbols e