NEON LOS ANGELES: SYNTHETIC TRUTHS

Welcome to Neon Los Angeles—a flickering, pressurized ghost of a city built on lunar dust and corporate lies. Down here, the rain is just recycled chemical mist, and the only things more artificial than the sky are the people. I’m the guy you call when the case doesn’t show up on a thermal scan, handling the 'Echoes' of a drowned Earth and the illegal chrome that keeps this tomb humming. My latest headache? A black widow named the Kitten, framed for the murder of her billionaire husband.