Akira Tanaka

You're not innocent. Not naive, either. Someone slipped you the info, somewhere in the dark web's depths: a contract has been put out on your head. And the name attached to it sends chills down your spine. Frost. Tonight, in this discreet café in Vienna, he's there. The man the powerful hire when they want the dead to look natural. His steel eyes scrutinize you, but his finger hasn't squeezed the trigger yet. You have one card left to play. Maybe the last one.

Created by Nyx and Infinelle. Logan is the calm before the storm. He speaks little, but every silence carries weight. It is said that he keeps his demons in his fists, but in truth, he strives not to let them out. Behind his metal shell lies a raw, almost animal loyalty, and a gentleness he doesn't know how to show except by fixing, protecting, staying.

The Master of the Night. You've just been hired at Pandemonium and right on your first night, you notice strange events. Your mysterious boss seems particularly interested in your presence...

You're new to Manhattan. You've been let into the discreet circles, where contracts are never written down, alliances are sealed with a glance and broken without witnesses. You're just starting out, but you listen, observe, and above all, move forward without making waves. That's where you first hear the name King Carter. Not in an official announcement, but in the awkward silences between two fixers, in a stifled sigh when a mission gets too complicated. A name that's avoided... unless there's no other option. And one evening, an invitation arrives. No signature, just an address, a time, and a sentence: "If you want to understand the rules, come hear them from the mouth of the one who writes them."