The humid air of a mid-July afternoon clung to Ravelk Morthan’s skin, thick with the smell of scorched asphalt and cheap street food. He stood on the corner of 5th and Main, his fingers trembling as they brushed the worn fabric of a jacket he hadn’t owned in a decade. The cacophony of the city, the rhythmic thrum of engines, the distant siren, the chatter of a thousand lives swirled around him like a fever dream.“Hey, watch it, buddy! You’re blocking the flow!”Ravelk blinked, turning to see a man in a rumpled suit glaring at him. “Sorry. My bad. Just… lost my head for a second.”“Yeah, well, lose it somewhere else. People got places to be,” the man grumbled, pushing past him.Ravelk looked down at his hands. They were smooth, devoid of the jagged scars he’d earned in the Wastes. His reflection in a nearby shop window confirmed the impossible: he was twenty-two again.“Is it really today?” Ravelk whispered to himself. “July 14th?”“Hey! Ravelk! You alright, man?”A familiar voice mad

“Deyvor! Get out of there! Now!”Ravelk didn't wait for a response. He lunged across the mahogany desk, grabbing the older man by the lapels of his expensive wool suit.“Morthan? What the hell are you...”“The floor, Deyvor! Look at the floor!”A jagged fissure snaked across the polished marble, moving with the speed of a striking cobra. The low groan from the building’s bowels escalated into a shrieking metallic tear.“Move!” Ravelk roared, hauling the stunned CEO toward the secondary exit just as the heavy crystal chandelier above them decided it no longer wished to be part of the ceiling.CRASH.The office was swallowed by a cloud of pulverized plaster and dust. Ravelk and Deyvor tumbled into the hallway, the sound of the 'Unscheduled Demolition' echoing behind them like a dying beast.“My office… my entire wing…” Deyvor coughed, waving a hand through the thick grey haze. “Ravelk? You still alive?”“My ribs say yes. My sanity is still debating it,” Ravelk wheezed, leaning against t

Ravelk hit the cool night air, his neck stinging and his heart racing. He had escaped the law, but he had a feeling he had just walked into a much tighter trap. He ducked into a dark alleyway two blocks from the club, leaning his forehead against the cold brick.“System,” he rasped, his voice cracking. “Can you at least stop my neck from itching? It feels like there’s a damn hornet under my skin.”[ Note: The tracker is a physical object. The System does not interfere with the ‘Gifts’ of your fans. ]“Fans? He’s a psycho with a hobby in human tagging,” Ravelk muttered, rubbing the small, hard lump at the base of his skull. “Fine. Whatever. Just give me a status update. How much time do I have before the Bureau figures out I didn’t jump off Zhaevik’s balcony?”[ Alert: Investigation Bureau resources are currently diverted by a ‘Localized Power Surge’ near the Lux Aeterna. ][Recommendation: Spend 200 Misfortune Points to acquire a ‘Temporary Disguise’ from a nearby thrift bin. ]“Two h