MapleSyrup_Tryant
Between the cracks of a city that clings to life like rusted machinery, where the neon glows just bright enough to cast longer shadows, we exist. The ones who run between the gaps, who scale the rooftops and dodge the monsters in the alleys, who know the difference between surviving and living. We slip through the seams of a world that wasn't made for us, finding space where others see only waste.
A peak into a world of corrupt societies, following the ghosts and thieves of Picaro, where the poor grin at the reaper, daring him to try again.