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In the City of Light, it never stopped shining. The Shining City was the heart of Peramor, a once glorious country reduced to ashes due to war and greed. The City promised a New Age of Light, to erase its past shortcomings and bring prosperity to the country once more. With glittering smiles and noble oaths, it swore to bring the country back to the pedestal it rightfully deserved and lead it towards the path of complete eminence.
In the depths of the Underground, rats, rot, and rancidity ran through the narrow streets, squashed among the lopsided buildings. Being the tail of the beloved Shining City, its light was scarce around these areas, casting it away into complete darkness and shadow. The Underground lived to taste the hope the Shining City offered so deliciously on a platter, never to be able to swallow it. The war broke the Underground, and so did the Shining City.
But, a treaty was signed. A treaty promising peace and resources to both. And for several decades, everything seemed to be... relatively in order.
Until secrets, whispers amongst civilians, burst out into the open, causing chaos to ensue in the two towns. A secret so hidden that it couldn't have a lick of the light of the Shining City, a secret that could potentially ruin not just Peramor, but the entire world. All hell threatened to break loose once again and taint the image of a fragmented Peramor further.
And it was up to six vigilante bartenders with blood fuming with anguish and determination to restore peace, and hold the country at its seams, and revisit the monsters of their pasts, in order to move forward. For their peace, for their sanity. For Peramor.
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