The tide-worn air carries a scent of decay. It clings to the worn buildings, whispering tales of a booming harbor now slowly surrendering to the relentless march of the sea. The tides are rising, devouring land with each swell, and the smoke that once billowed from factories then rises in ghostly plumes, a haunting reminder of what was lost. Tid

In the murky depths of Bay Smoke, truth is often a hidden commodity. Here, information tumbles, manipulated by {hidden{ agendas and nefarious intentions. To thrive this labyrinth of lies, one must cultivate a discerning eye and an unwavering commitment to investigation. Charade is the pillar upon which Bay Smoke rests. Every encounter carries wit