53 parts Complete MatureThe city bleeds neon. It breathes decay. In the rain-slicked streets where hope is a forgotten currency, a different kind of artist is at work. He doesn't paint or sculpt. He collects. And his masterpieces are made of flesh, posed in the darkness, their eyes replaced with cold, glittering stones. This is not a story of monsters from the shadows, but of one that walks in plain sight, and the broken light that dares to hunt him.