In a sterile hospital room lit by the cold, unforgiving glare of fluorescent lights, a woman lies confined to her bed, her body a map of recent horrors. She grimly recounts wounds inflicted by cruel edged blades—slashes across her neck, multiple stab wounds puncturing her chest, and a lung that collapsed beneath the weight of violence. Her face, once a canvas of quiet resilience, now marred by crimson scars, tells a grim story of a night turned savage on Laveau’s shadowed streets. Nearby, a concerned figure touches her bruised skin gently, the silence between them thick with the haunting aftermath of blood spilled where darkness breeds desperation.

This latest eruption of brutal violence is more than a tragic incident—it’s a symptom of a festering unrest that has gripped our city. The unchecked turf wars and reckless confrontations threaten the fragile peace every citizen deserves. Lawlessness creeps in like a slow poison, undermining the safety of families and merchants who seek only to live their lives unshackled by fear. The chaos witnessed on our streets demands decisive action to restore order before the night swallows what remains of our community’s soul.

In response, the Silent Serpent Syndicate, under the watchful eye of Sheriff Baptême, has initiated a crackdown to root out the malignant forces exploiting old fears and dark legends. Whispers of the Blood Moon ritual, once dismissed as superstition, now resurface—tying back to the town’s founders and the unsettling hold this ancient ceremony grants our hidden rulers. As the Syndicate’s enforcers tighten their grip, they aim not only to quell violence but to protect Laveau from descending into chaos, resurrecting a balance forged in shadows to ensure that beneath the blood-red moon, order prevails.