Nightfall City runs on corporate money and a government that stopped pretending to care. Underneath it, something else took root.

Nobody agreed to call it the Syndicate. Nobody remembers when it started answering to the Don.

Jobs go out over a frequency nobody else controls: the Relay, built from stolen tech and pointed back at the people who built it. Tune in at the right moment and you'll hear one. No names. No signature. Whoever answers takes what they can carry and vanishes before anyone official even hears about it.

The money goes back into the blocks it was taken from.

Nobody's seen the Don's face. Doesn't matter. Everybody knows the sound: static, a job, silence.

The frequency's live. Are you listening?