They called it the City of No Love because mercy did not exist there. Respect was not given. It was taken.
Every street had a different crew. Every block had a different boss. Every corner had someone willing to betray a friend for money, power, or survival.
At the center of it all stood the crown—a symbol nobody officially owned, but everybody was willing to bleed for.
The city watched in silence as old alliances weakened and new enemies stepped out of the shadows. Peace had never been permanent here. It was only the quiet moment before somebody made the wrong move.
Tonight, that move was coming.