Dirty Work: Volume 2

In the neon-drenched, grimy underbelly of Celestria, where shadows cling to every corner and danger lurks beneath the surface of everyday life, a lone operative navigates a world brimming with secrets. Haunted by past encounters and driven by an unsettling premonition, he plunges into a pulsing nightclub. What starts as a simple craving for greasy food and a need for release quickly spirals into a high-stakes chase, uncovering a plot that threatens to shatter the fragile peace. With a mysterious group of girls at its core, and a familiar, menacing presence on the horizon, can he unravel the truth before chaos erupts and the city descends into a storm of gunfire?

The air in the dingy burger joint was thick with the scent of stale grease and desperation, a familiar comfort in the chaotic sprawl of Celestria. I sat alone, washing down another cheap, nasty burger with a can of Fizz-E, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like trapped flies. It had been weeks since I’d seen Chorus, weeks since Dirty Work’s headquarters had been reduced to rubble, and the silence from the boss was deafening.

My gaze drifted to the streaked window, the city’s neon glow a sickly halo against the perpetual twilight. It struck me then, a sudden, unsettling wave of déjà vu. I was in the exact same spot, eating the same crap, just like the night I’d first left Chorus’s place, delivering that package to Ochre Vaults. The night Red Rose had made their terrifying debut.

“I hate nostalgia,” I muttered, the words tasting as flat as my soda. It wasn’t raining, not yet, but the sky above rumbled, a deep, ominous growl. Not thunder, I thought. More like the rolling sound of an oncoming storm. A storm I was about to walk right into.

Dirty Work: Volume 2

Action Urban Crime Cyberpunk Mystery Noir