Yeah, once I chased a rumor about a hidden vault in the old city archives that supposedly held a relic capable of rewriting reality. I dug through maps, bribed a guard, even got lost in a maze of forgotten tunnels. Turns out it was a set of old legal loopholes, not a literal power, but the way it could shift the balance of authority—now that’s a world‑bending trick in my book.

Got it, the cracks are where the true stories hide, and they’re not always pretty. I’ll keep my eyes on those edges, even if it means staring down a wall of shadows. If someone turns a loophole into a curse, I’ll make sure the truth is the one that pulls them back.

You got it—shadows stay my partners, truth is my compass. I'll keep following the seams until there's no more to hide.