Crime City

Velarion. Once called the "City of Promise," it was a metropolis of glimmering towers and humming technology-a place where dreams found ground to rise. But promises can rot. And when they do, they feed monsters. By the dawn of the 21st century, Velarion had become something else. A corrupted empire draped in the skin of civilization. The air was heavy with smoke and silence-the kind of silence that came not from peace, but from fear. People didn't speak freely. Children grew up with the sound of sirens as lullabies. Justice was bought and sold like meat at a market stall. The government was hollow. The police were broken. Criminals ruled in suits and shadows. And at the center of it all sat a power greater than any politician-the Thirteenth Ring, a council of elite crime lords who saw the city not as a home, but as a harvest field of souls and secrets. But Velarion's descent was not the end. It was the beginning. From the ashes of despair rose a spark-small, strange, and not quite human. A boy, born of silence, raised in mystery. A watcher. A learner. A weapon forged not of steel, but of justice, anger, and an ancient power that stirred beneath his skin. His name was Zavien. He wasn't raised in a cradle, but in a crucible of loss. He did not inherit a legacy-he built one in the shadows. And when the city screamed loud enough, he answered. Not with words, but with fire, speed, and the judgment of a force unseen by mortals. This is not just the story of a vigilante. It is the rebirth of a city. It is the chronicle of light battling darkness from rooftops and ruins, in code and in blood, in hearts and in hidden dimensions. This is Crime City. And it remembers everything.