(Third Person).
Duskmoor's cityscape gleamed under the late morning sun—polished roadways humming with activity.
Despite the modern veneer, Dennis saw through it all. Underneath the progress and glass facades lies a darker skeleton — one built on secrets, corruption, and blood.
He lounged in the driver's seat of a black SUV, parked at the far end of the government district.
His eyes drifted to the enormous municipal building that towered above the street — clean, stately, impressive. A lie, just like its mayor.
Inside that building, Jeffery was attending a scheduled meeting with Mayor Brackham's 'public task force'—a gathering supposedly created to discuss safety measures against the rise in black market kidnappings and illegal trafficking.
But Dennis already knew the truth. Everyone in Draven's inner circle did.
Brackham wasn't trying to solve the problem. He was the root of it.
