Title: City of Shadows Black screen. A low, pulsing beat grows louder. Quick flashes of a gritty inner city at night—graffiti-covered walls, flickering streetlights, sirens in the distance. In a city where respect is currency… and survival is the game… Cut to: A dimly lit alley. FOXY leans against a wall, lighting a cigarette. Her eyes are sharp, scanning the streets. Three lives. Three rules. One city ready to burn FOXY walks confidently through a crowded underground club. Neon lights dance off her skin. FOXY I don’t move unless I know the next step. And trust me, I always know Quick cut: FOXY pulling a small pistol from her waistband, smirking. Heavy rain pours. SLEDGE stands under a flickering streetlight, trench coat dripping, gripping his sawed-off shotgun. They say I got a chip on my shoulder… good. Makes it easier to pull the trigger SLEDGE kicking down a door, shotgun blasting. HIVLUMN sits alone in a luxurious but dark apartment, meticulously cleaning his .357 revolver. Jazz music plays softly. Respect is simple. Give it… or I take it. HIVLUMN stepping into a high-stakes poker game, eyes locked on his opponent. Foxy exchanging cash with HIVLUMN, Sledge watching them from a distance. Tension rises. FOXY , whispering Sledge ain’t gonna let this slide. HIVLUMN , coldly He’ll learn. SLEDGE loading shells into his shotgun, breathing heavily. Gunfire in a dark alley. Foxy running through crowded streets. Sledge ambushing a rival crew. HIVLUMN calmly firing his revolver, smoke curling from the barrel. Loyalty is thin. Trust is dead. Power… is everything. FOXY, SLEDGE, and HIVLUMN stand in a tense standoff in an abandoned warehouse, weapons drawn. Rain drips through broken windows. One wrong move… and it’s over. Silence. A single gunshot echoes. Black Night, Heavy breathing in the background. CITY OF SHADOWS Respect the rules… or become a memory. The sound of a revolver clicking.