The city's a blur of lights, rain, and noise, but for Poppy, it's starting to feel like a slow-motion crash. Parties, drinks, and empty nights have lost their spark, but something's pulling him in a new direction-he just doesn't know what yet. In a world of neon and secrets, "Murals That Promised Endless Ecstasies" is a ride through a city that never lets you go, no matter how hard you try. Poppy's about to find out that in a place built on lies, truth might be the most dangerous thing he can chase. He's got a slick smile, a wardrobe straight out of a designer's dream, and a cigarette dangling from his lips even when things don't make sense. Poppy glides through the chaos with a kind of effortless elegance.