NEON TEETH by RUST CULT

The year is 2039. The neon-lit streets ov Sanguine City pulse with a life ov their own, casting an eerie glow over the crumbling architecture and rusted metal. Technology has outstripped humanity, and shadows lurk deeper than ever before. A series ov gruesome murders, each more horrifying than the last, have been sending waves of fear through the city. Innocent blood soaks into the concrete underbelly ov this futuristic dystopia. The streets, echo with whispers ov an ancient evil that has risen from the very depths ov Hell.

At the center ov it all is Ezekiel, a disillusioned private investigator who has seen too many lifeless bodies in cold abandoned alleyways. A bloody trail that seemed to shimmer under the red and pink lights, draws him into the investigation. Ezekiel discovers a pattern behind the murders—a sigil burned into the flesh ov each victim—a symbol ov something wicked.

As the bodycount grows ever higher, he unearths the shards ov a myth long rumored to exist: the tale ov a being called the Master. It was said he was the first ov the immortals, a harbinger ov an eternal night, his teeth shining through the dark with a phosphorescent hue. A towering
figure ov elegance and malice, clad in armor that shimmers darkly like a dying star. His hollowed eyes glowing with the promise ov eternity.

Ezekiel finds himself joined by Lucy, a lionhearted street hacker with a penchant for rebellion against the corporate overlords feeding on the city's chaos. She shows Ezekiel the darkest corners ov the outer-net—underground catacombs, where the last traces of light flicker violently. As they search for encrypted files that hint at the Master’s origin—a collision ov ancient sorcery and cutting-edge technology—the question remains; can this evil be destroyed? For he is an infernal beast and with every soul he consumes, he grows stronger, more powerful. His foreboding voice hisses in Ezekiel's dreams, “I am the dusk that devours the dawn.”

As the sun sets behind the cityscape ov Sanguine, the duo set the plan into motion. Gathering what remains ov the city's defenses: rogue synth-infused street gangs and secret tekno-cults who have sworn a sacred oath to fight against the Master’s encroaching darkness. Their unity a flickering semblance ov hope against the invading abyss.

But hope is a fragile thing, and as they delve deeper, they soon realize the Master’s evil has been woven into the very fabric ov the city. Is it too late, will the sun ever rise again?

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