Damon Conor is no hero. He is just a man trying to survive, haunted by a past of abandonment and loss. Moving to Los Angeles with nothing but a pocketful of insurance money and a dream to rebuild his shattered life, Damon finds himself working nights at a grimy convenience store in Boyle Heights. His world is small, defined by routine, loneliness, and fleeting glances of a beautiful woman whose mysterious allure becomes the only light in his otherwise bleak existence. But even the purest light casts the darkest shadows. One fateful night, Damon's life spirals into chaos when the store is ambushed by a group of masked thugs. Among them is Omar, a thug with vengeance burning in his eyes, hunting Damon for a moment of courage that marked him as prey. As the air thickens with tension, a wealthy stranger-a man of elegance and menace- steps forward. He is no ordinary customer. He is a predator cloaked in designer suits and armed with a silenced pistol. The scene erupts into violence, a symphony of shattered glass, muffled gunfire, and spilled blood. Damon, armed only with his wits and raw instinct, fights for his life. But it is the stranger who delivers the final a chilling execution of Omar and his men, leaving Damon paralyzed with shock. And then, as if scripted by fate itself, she arrives. The woman Damon yearned to see all day glides into the aftermath of carnage with an elegance that defies the horror around her. Draped in an inky black trench coat, her beauty is mesmerizing and terrifying. Her smile-a perfect blend of charm and menace-seals Damon's fate. "In a city of venom, can a man survive without becoming the snake?"