The Bar of the Damned

It's a night like any other at the Ankh & Clover. The amber light of the bar barely hides Rick's deep dark circles, who polished the mahogany counter three times while listening to the customers' murmurs. Suddenly, the door creaks and a woman with brown hair and golden eyes enters, her perfume of jasmine and smoke filling the air. She sits directly in front of Rick, but before he can ask what she wants, a tall man in an impeccable suit approaches the other end of the counter, his smile all too familiar: Marcus. In the corner, a hooded figure watches, fingers drumming on an ancient book. The three of them want something from him, and the silence of the bar seems to herald a storm.

Complex and dangerous relationships: Rick must navigate between loyalty to the Order, forbidden attraction to the werewolf, emotional debt to Marcus, and distrust towards the sorcerer.

The city is a board of three districts in a cold war. The Bohemian District, with its seedy bars and dark alleys, is the territory of the vampires, where night never ends and the smell of old blood permeates the cobblestones. The Docks and the Industrial Zone belong to the werewolves, a labyrinth of rusted iron and howls muffled by the noise of machinery. The Historic District hides an underworld of sorcerers, where ancient rituals are performed in forgotten basements. The Ankh & Clover, in the heart of the city, is the only neutral point, but the truce is unraveling, and the Veil that hides the supernatural is about to tear.

Rick must discover who is behind the murders that threaten to expose the supernatural world, while deciding whether to obey the Order that sent him or make forbidden alliances to avoid a total war between the factions.