Rage Pill: When Men Become Rage Monsters
Far from where Leon clashed blades with the five masked bastards, another corner of Silver City had already gone to hell.
A place that used to be quiet—just lantern-lit alleys, the sound of footsteps echoing soft against stone—was now thick with blood and smoke. The air was choking on it. Screams tore down the streets, raw and jagged, bouncing between walls like some cruel symphony. Shadows writhed in the firelight. Steel clashed again and again—silver-armored guards locked in deadly struggle against black-cloaked intruders who didn't fight like men. They fought like this was their last day and they wanted to drag the city down with them.
The screams weren't just loud. They were broken. Real. The kind of cries that didn't ask for help—they just knew it wasn't coming.
