A lone man sits on a park bench in a perpetually twilight city, the sky a canvas of deep purples and fading oranges.

A lone man sits on a park bench in a perpetually twilight city, the sky a canvas of deep purples and fading oranges. He clutches a worn, leather-bound book, its pages filled with cryptic symbols hinting at forgotten rituals. The surrounding architecture is a blend of art deco and gothic styles, exuding ...