In the heart of the rain-soaked city of The Abyss, where shadows flicker under the glow of arcane street lamps, a young investigator goes about his regular odd days only to find himself quickly sucked into a new life. As whispers of ancient curses, forbidden magic, and vanished guilds coil through the cobbled alleys, it becomes clear that death is only the beginning of a conspiracy that could unravel the delicate balance between the magical elite and the dark underworld. But in a city where secrets have teeth, and betrayal is just another currency, trust is deadlier than any spell.

The rain never stops. Not in The Abyss. It’s as if the gods decided long ago that these streets were meant to drown under a sky that weeps eternal. The drops hit the cracked windowpane like soft percussion, a melody that only the damned can appreciate. I stand there, cigarette in hand, watching the last of the daylight fade, swallowed by the thick clouds that roll across the heavens. Neon illusions flicker in the haze—pale phantoms of magic drifting lazily above cafes and potion shops, offering warmth and hope to the fools who still believe in such things.

As a fog rolls in, creeping the streets. Jaeger is made to be not the chosen one, but a pawn in a game even the Gods themselves are made to wonder the end of.