The Black Spire
They called it The Black Spire, a monolith of steel and shadow that stabbed into the night sky like the blade of a god. Every soul in Ravencourt City knew the name, but no one dared whisper it after dark. Rumors said the walls themselves had heard too many screams to stay silent. The place wasn’t just deadly… it was cursed. Police wouldn’t cross its threshold. Government agents avoided it like the plague. Even mafia bosses who ruled the underworld like kings kept their crowns far from its gates.
Some said it was haunted by the ghosts of the men who’d died trying to conquer it. Others claimed it was still alive—breathing, watching, judging anyone who got too close.
I’d been to a lot of dangerous places in my life, but as I stepped out of the car and looked up at the tower
