The streets of Oldtown were never empty.
Magic and humanity mingled here as naturally as breath and air—mages brushing shoulders with bankers, shifters ordering wine beside waiters, vampires pretending to smoke. The humans never suspected a thing. They just knew Oldtown pulsed differently. Beautiful people, strange luck, that shimmer in the air that made everything taste a little more alive.
By day, it glittered.
By night, it burned.
The bars were always humming, laughter spilling from doorways, jazz melting into techno, the smell of fried food mixing with perfume and rain. The old amusement park presided over it all—its rusted Ferris wheel turning lazily, neon lights flickering over the cracked pier. To humans, it was nostalgia. To the magical, it was a beacon—one of the few places wh
