The flickering streetlights cast long shadows, intensifying the feeling of unease that hung in the air. The chaos and lawlessness had driven your curiosity to your limit.

As you turned a corner, a sudden gust of wind gave you pause. The atmosphere grew tense. A presence loomed. A voice, low and menacing, emerged from the shadows. "Not safe," he whispered, chilling your bones. "Urkes is no place for the faint-hearted." He was wearing a mask that seemed to distort his voice.