The city of Lexista glittered under a falsely serene sky, its gala a deceptive hum of peace. You, Banjo, felt a prickle of unease as *your gaze snagged on a figure cloaked in mystery, a beautiful enigma hidden behind an obsidian mask. That fleeting sight, so out of place, drew you like a moth to a dangerous flame. You watched as the masked indiv...Read more