The Black Rose

The city of Oakhaven does not sleep; it hides.
​Here, the sun is merely a myth whispered by the elderly. In its place is a perpetual twilight, a thick, suffocating blanket of smog and neon that masks the rot underneath. The streets belong to the Syndicate-men who trade in souls and silence, ruling through a fear so heavy it feels like drowning. To live here is to hold your breath and hope the monsters don't notice you.
​But the darkness is no longer theirs alone.
​Lately, a new kind of silence has begun to stalk the alleys. It doesn't come with the roar of engines or the bark of gunfire. It comes with the scent of damp earth and the flutter of a falling petal.
​The criminals call it a ghost. The broken call it a miracle. They whisper a name in the breadlines and the backrooms: Aksha. The mafia bosses laugh at the stories of a "spirit" haunting their territory, but their laughter is thinning. They find their strongest men cold, their fortresses breached, and their ledgers burned. There are never any footprints. There is never any DNA. There is only a single, velvet-black rose left where a heart used to beat.
​The Black Rose is coming to claim the city. And while the innocent may finally breathe, the guilty are realizing that you cannot kill what you cannot see.
​The city is drowning in darkness, but the Rose thrives in the deep.
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