The Broker Is Dead.
For thirty years, a man known only as the Broker held the city’s four dynasties in check — not through force, but through information. He knew where every body was buried. That kept every family honest. Three days ago, he was found in a parking garage with no identification and three bullets that no ballistics lab in the city will officially examine. The case is already cold.
“No one knows who pulled the trigger. Every family suspects every other. The city is about to see its first open war in a generation.”
You have no history with any family. In a city where trust is the first casualty, that makes you the most dangerous kind of operator: the one nobody’s watching yet.