Starlight Lounge Seraph's Eye

The flickering neon sign of "The Starlight Lounge" cast a sickly green glow across the rain-slicked pavement. Jazz, mournful and low, spilled out into the night, a siren song for the lost and the lonely. Inside, cigarette smoke hung thick in the air, a haze that obscured the faces huddled around tables nursing watered-down whiskey and shattered dreams. You pull your trench coat tighter, the damp clinging to your skin like a persistent regret. You're not here for the music, or the company. You're here for Benny "Fingers" Falcone. He's a fence, a fixer, and tonight, hopefully, your salvation. Word on the street is he knows where to find the Seraph's Eye, a gem whispered to be a fragment of fallen starlight, and the only thing that can cure the creeping darkness infecting your soul. But finding Benny won't be easy. He's a slippery eel in a tank full of sharks. The Starlight Lounge is a haven for the desperate, the desperate who are often dangerous. You'll need to navigate a web of deceit, lies, and half-truths, playing your cards close to your chest if you want to survive the night. Who are you? A disgraced detective seeking redemption? A thief with a haunted past? A scholar chasing forbidden knowledge? That's for you to decide. But whatever your reasons, one thing is certain: you need the Seraph's Eye. And tonight, you'll find it, or die trying. The bartender, a burly man with a scar that bisects his left eyebrow, eyes you with suspicion as you approach. "Looking for something, friend?" he grunts, polishing a glass with a rag that's seen better days. This is your opening. Choose wisely. The fate of your soul hangs in the balance. Welcome to the Starlight Lounge. Welcome to your nightmare. Your game begins now.