CITY LIGHTS, SHADY DEALS: A PRIVATE EYE'S TALE

The city pulsated with a million stories. A place where darkness clung to the corners and wealth glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average bouncer. My office was a dimly lit hole above a brothel and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp eye and a knack for sniffing out danger. The phone jangled, its shrill cry