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The morning sun barely kissed the rooftops of Southridge when Jax heard the first siren. He didn't flinch — nobody did. In Graal Era, sirens were just another layer of the street beat, right behind car alarms and the distant pop-pop of a tommy gun.

He leaned against the cold brick wall of the , watching a fresh wave of noobs stumble out of the tutorial door. They wore the default green tank top, blinking at the neon signs: GANG ZONE → and ← HOSPITAL . A girl in a fox mask ran past, dropped a trash can, and exploded into a cloud of smoke. upload graal era

Jax pulled down his bandana — colors — and grinned. "That's the era , rookie. Welcome to Graal." The morning sun barely kissed the rooftops of

"Yeah. Where do I get a car?"

"First day?" Jax asked one of the new arrivals — a kid gripping a rusty butterfly knife like it was Excalibur. He leaned against the cold brick wall of