This borough belongs to the teeth in the darkness, the whisperers in the walls and the eyes behind the cracked blinds. The three brothers have possessed the underworld of Brooklyn. Before when the family was in charge-, it wasn’t any better but you knew where not to be; now every dimly lit hall and darkened ally gives you goosebumps. Some nights it feels like if you stab a brick you’ll pull back a bloody edge. But it’s not just those three headed wolf posters, it’s also Rayven. The PMCs that won the Brooklyn Public safety contract. Display screen helmets replacing their faces with psychologically manipulative images, dozens of deep cover officers mixed in with the population and petabytes of spyware making them a force of faceless spectres. Most know Manhattan lights are too bright for shadows, most know their electronics are listening, most know the three headed wolf’s eyes stalk the streets and most should know that no one is who they say they are in the borough of Kings.
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