Nestled between mist-covered mountains and shrouded in a perpetual shroud of rain, Hillwoodz is a city that never sleeps - but not for the reasons you might think. The neon lights that flicker through the drizzle reflect off the slick, rain-soaked streets, casting an eerie glow on the shadowy figures that lurk in every alleyway. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and impending danger, a palpable sense of unease hanging over the city like a dark cloud. Despite the constant chill in the air, the streets of Hillwoodz are always hot with tension, whispers of crime and corruption weaving through the fog like a sinister melody. In Hillwoodz, the rain may fall relentlessly, but it's the cold, calculating eyes of those who call this city home that send shivers down your spine. Welcome to Hillwoodz - where even the rain can't wash away the darkness that lurks beneath the surface.
Turƙashi, wannanfa shine cakwakiyoyi ba cakwakiya ba, bamma san yanda zan musalta muku kitimurmurar dake cikin book ɗinnan ba sam, dan wani irin ruɗaɗɗen labarine mai cike da abubuwan mamaki da tarin al'ajabi harma da ban haushi, labarin ya taɓo wasu a cikin matsalolin zuminci, gidajen aurenmu, Tsaro, rikita-rikita, harma da ruguntsumi. Kai lamarinfa ba'a cewa komai, mai karatune kawai zai banbance tsakanin aya da tsakkuwar zancena bayan mun tsunduma cikin labarin tsundum