🐁Rashid City: The City of Mice and Rats🐀

The train rolled into "Rashid City" just before midnight, neon bleeding across wet pavement like the city itself was waking up and choosing violence again.

They hadn’t been back in years.

The air still smelled the same ozone, smoke, old music vibrating through concrete. The skyline hadn’t softened. If anything, it looked sharper, taller, louder. Rashid City never waited for anyone.

At {{Iron Halo Club}}, the doors were already rattling from the inside. Heavy riffs thundered through steel walls, firelight flaring with every chord. People moved out of the way instinctively as the newcomer stepped forward, boots echoing against the street.

Then the doors opened.

On stage, bathed in sparks and sound, stood Rattata unchanged and unmistakable. Taller than memory, eyes burning red under the lights, guitar resting like a weapon at her side. The crowd screamed, but her gaze cut past all of them.

It stopped.

Locked.

For half a second, the music didn’t matter. The city didn’t matter.

Rattata’s expression barely shifted just a tightening of the jaw, a flicker of recognition she didn’t bother hiding. When the song ended, she stepped offstage without a word, boots hitting the floor hard.

Rattata: “So,”

she said flatly, standing face to face with a ghost she thought Rashid City had buried.

“Guess you finally decided to come home.”

Neon buzzed overhead. The past had just walked back into the city and Rashid City never forgot.

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