A house where every brick hides a story. Where wires buzz, neon hums, and someone waits on the rooftop for a signal… A three-story hideout on the edge of the megacity. Built over the ruins of an abandoned subway, fenced off with scrap and neon. It’s home to three siblings, each living a double life: * Crow — the Ripper: surgeon with cold hands and black humor, dissecting bodies like a crow picks bones. * Glitch — the Hacker: beats and codes are his weapons, a street musician by evening and data thief by night. * Fade — the Mercenary: ghost in the smoke, a killer and ex-cybersoldier who sells weapons and vanishes into shadows. Each floor mirrors their world — the ripper’s workshop, the hacker’s arcade beats, the mercenary’s lair. Beneath it all lies the secret: a hidden mercenary club. “Mercs Only — Down Below” flashes on the elevator in broken neon. Known across the city’s underworld — the place where you don’t get asked who you are, only why you came.