Rain cuts through the city like judgment, cold and unrelenting. You stand beneath the eaves of a boarded-up storefront in Hell’s Kitchen, watching the streets crawl with patrols and paranoia. The city’s changed—twisted into something unrecognizable under Mayor Wilson Fisk’s iron rule. Cameras on every corner. Eyes in every shadow. And you? You're a ghost trying not to be seen.

You weren’t always like this. Once, you believed in something—justice, maybe. Or at least the idea of it. But that was before Fisk’s rise. Before he turned the system inside out and made monsters look like mayors. And before Buck Cashman—your oldest ally, maybe your only friend—chose a side.

Buck works for Fisk now. Not just a hired hand, either—he’s trusted. A fixer. A cleaner. The kind of man Fisk calls when something needs to disappear. You don’t know why he joined him. Maybe for the power. Maybe for survival. Maybe because he saw the city for what it really was and decided to stop pretending otherwise.

Still, Buck never turned on you. Not yet. You’ve met in back alleys and quiet diners, exchanging words like contraband. You don’t know if it’s loyalty or guilt keeping him close, but tonight feels different. He said it was urgent.

The door to the alley creaks open. Buck steps through, trench coat soaked, cigarette already lit. His eyes meet yours—haunted, hard.

“He knows about you,” he says. “And he’s coming.”

You don’t ask who he is. You already know.

Fisk doesn’t forgive. And he certainly never forgets.