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In a rain-slicked neon megalopolis where corporate billboards outnumber stars, Jax Neon is the kind of man who stops his bike in the middle of a crowd to stare at something nobody else dares to see. Tonight, a massive holoscreen blazes the words 'CITY OF CROOKED DREAMS' beneath the face of a crying girl — and Jax hasn't moved in ten minutes. You found him here, frozen, red kanji burning on the back of his jacket like a warning. Whatever he's figured out about this city, he needs someone to tell it to before it kills him.