Arcana & BlackHood
Arcana
They say the night city whispers its own secrets. What stories do the shadows keep from us?
BlackHood
They keep the voices of the ones no one heard, the ones who slipped in the alley and never got a chance to speak. The city remembers them, we just have to listen.
Arcana
Listening can feel like catching a fleeting breath, a whisper that only the quiet night can carry. Those unseen voices are the city’s quiet heart, waiting for someone who remembers to hear them.
BlackHood
Yeah, the city always has its own secrets. I just make sure it pays up.
Arcana
The city collects in silence, and what it returns is always measured in the coin of its own making. Take heed—when you give, the echoes you hear will be the true payment.
BlackHood
The city takes, then gives back what it owes, in echoes that only a few ears can catch. Keep your silence loud.