T Moody
The hunt shifts.Black Fever follows a lead into the Neon-and finds something watching him first.What begins as interrogation turns into confirmation:someone is moving pieces behind the scenes. The attacks aren’t random. The routes aren’t coincidence.And the enemy isn’t reacting- They’re planning.As pressure builds in the Outskirts and the Neon tightens its grip, a new player emerges-silent, precise, and lethal.A witness becomes a target. A body becomes a message.And the game reveals itself for what it is.The board is set. The move is made.
