The city hums with the static of a thousand overlapping realities,
each one indistinguishable from the last. Neon signs flicker, advertising products that may not exist, while rain-streaked billboards loop AI-generated news stories—each one contradicting the other. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and cigarette smoke, but even that could be an illusion. In this monochrome metropolis, truth is a relic, buried beneath deepfake scandals and synthetic memories sold to the highest bidder. The detectives who once solved crimes now chase phantoms, parsing through manipulated footage and counterfeit confessions. Trust is a dead currency, and paranoia is the only thing keeping sane.