Under the heavy cloak of night, deep in an alley where the streetlights flicker like dying embers, an unsettling scene unfolded. A lone figure, unconscious and slumped in a battered chair, was found stripped of belt and vest—silent, vulnerable, and betrayed by the very shadows he once trusted. Nearby, the faint glint of cold steel whispered of calculated intent, though no shots rang out. The merciless stillness of the spot seemed to hold its breath, as unseen assailants melted back into the dark—a tableau of menace left for the city’s eyes to witness.

This brazen act of subjugation marks yet another ripple in a growing tide of unrest that beset our streets. Such violent disruptions are no mere random acts but symptoms of a deeper malaise that threatens to unravel the fragile peace. The murmurs among citizens and watchmen alike speak of escalating tensions, fueled by shadowy figures drawing on ancient lore and old vendettas. In these restless times, it falls upon those sworn to protect us to rise with unwavering resolve, sealing cracks before they become chasms.

As the blood moon readies its ominous glow, the town elders convene in secret, recalling rituals once thought to bind darker forces to this land. The Silent Serpent Syndicate—long guardians and enforcers of order—now find their vigilance more crucial than ever. With lieutenants Baptême and Red Magdalene weaving superstition and power into a tapestry of control, their efforts aim to stem a tide of chaos birthed by reckless provocateurs. In these uncertain hours, the Syndicate’s rising hand assures that Port Laveau shall not succumb to the shadows lurking beneath the blood moon's eerie light.