The recent lull in violence across Port Laveau has caught many by surprise. Despite whispered rumors of unrest and the eerie aftermath of the Blood Moon ritual, crime reports remain notably low. Patrols have noted fewer disturbances, and even the local watering holes have seen a rare peace settle over their creaking floorboards. Residents speak in hushed tones about vanished neighbors and those who returned changed — their eyes holding secrets too heavy for the humid night air. Yet, on the surface, the city holds its breath in uneasy calm.

This tranquility should not be mistaken for safety. The silence seems a calculated shadow cast by those who thrive in the unseen. The Blood Moon’s ritual aftermath has stirred an undercurrent of fear that seeps quietly into the town’s roots, compelling the guarding hands of the law to tighten. Sheriff’s deputies, under sworn duty, have stepped up their vigilance, rooting out restless elements that seek to tear the fragile order. What appears as peace is, in truth, a carefully maintained balance between darkness and light—one that requires constant watch.

Behind the murmurs and mist, the Silent Serpent Syndicate maneuvers deftly. Their lieutenants, Baptême and Red Magdalene, wield ancient symbols and whispered pacts to enforce control over the city’s shadows. Using the mystique of the Blood Moon and the unsettling disappearances, they expand their grip—quietly trafficking in fear and obedience. In this tense silence, the Syndicate’s power grows, promising that only through their watchful eye and the Sheriff’s firm hand can Port Laveau avoid descending into chaos once more.