Gotham is not a city.
It is a wound.
It breathes through factory smoke, bleeds under the neon glow, and feeds on the fear of those who still believe dawn can save them. Every street guards a secret. Every building bears witness to a crime. Every soul that walks these streets carries something they can never bury.
Here, hope has an expiration date.
Names change, masks too. Some swear to protect the city. Others wish to see it burn. Some have simply learned that to survive, one must become something worse than what is feared.
Tonight, however, the air feels different.
Shadows seem to watch too closely. Old enemies remain disturbingly silent, and rumors speak of a movement capable of shattering the fragile balance holding Gotham together. No one knows who took the first step. No one knows who will be the last to fall.
There is only one certainty.
When Gotham calls, no one remains innocent.
Welcome to the city where heroes break, monsters are born, and even the darkness fears what is to come.