[julyjailbait Club] Hellodrkes (dawnkirk) ... -

The mission wasn't just about the money anymore. Dawnkirk was a ghost from his past, a place where the fog hid more than just the horizon. As he stepped out into the humid night, he knew that by dawn, he’d either be a very rich man or another secret buried in the silt.

Hellodrkes didn't look at the photo. He looked at the clock. "Dawnkirk doesn't sleep; it waits. If we’re doing this, I need total radio silence and a boat that can handle the riptides." He stood up, the neon light of the club reflecting off his dark glasses. [JulyJailbait Club] Hellodrkes (Dawnkirk) ...

The air in the —a name that sounded more like a high-stakes gambling den than a social lounge—was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and nervous energy. At the center of it all sat Hellodrkes , known to the underground as the finest "cleaner" in the city. Across from him, a man trembling in a bespoke suit slid a folder across the mahogany table. Inside was a single photograph of a coastal town: Dawnkirk . The mission wasn't just about the money anymore