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Category: Kira and Friends

Follow the adventures of Kira, Liora and Kael!

  • Iron Alley: Passing Currents

    The lights flickered overhead in the corridor—pale blue strobes that hummed like insects trapped in wire. Water dripped from a cracked pipe into a bucket someone had long since forgotten. Kira, Kael, and Liora moved cautiously through the abandoned maintenance tunnel, their shadows stretching long across the concrete. Kira stopped suddenly. “Hold up.” Footsteps. Not from them. From ahead.…

  • Iron Alley: Rooftop Reverie

    Kael, seated cross-legged on the floor, had strapped on a white augmented reality headset earlier. Its edges shimmered with soft light as he tinkered with the small recon drone in front of him. His fingers danced through ghostly menus only he could see, rerouting diagnostic protocols and whispering to the machine in the language of…

  • Iron Alley: Quiet Repairs

    The ramen shop door hissed closed behind them, and they stepped into the misted twilight of Iron Alley’s lesser veins. Rain tapped gently on the aluminum walkways above, dribbling down rusted gutters and tangled wire bundles. The streets were quieter here—fewer drones, fewer neon signs shouting for attention. Just the soft hum of power lines…

  • Iron Alley: Slurp and Static

    The alley opened wider as they emerged into what should’ve been a familiar stretch of Iron Alley, but everything looked subtly… wrong. The walls of once-familiar buildings curved where they should’ve been straight. The old graffiti tags had been overwritten with symbols neither Kael nor Kira recognized—pulsing gently like slow heartbeats. LED cables coiled around…

  • Iron Alley: Shifts

    The cables above crackled faintly, casting soft pulses of violet and red across the warped walls. Screens flickered with unreadable data, the glow painting strange patterns across their path. Dust hung in the air like static. Kira slowed near a cluster of shattered furniture, half-melded into the wall like the room itself had digested them.…

  • Iron Alley: Pulse Architecture

    Kira paused outside one of the buildings, her eyes fixed on a weathered entry panel beneath a flickering cyan light. “This used to be a housing block,” she said, brushing her fingers along the cracked wall. “But none of this… none of this was here before.” Her voice carried a mix of hesitation and resolve.…

  • Iron Alley: Shifting Steel

    They emerged from the tunnel mouth like ghosts rising from the underworld—mud-slicked boots scraping against metal as they stepped into a dim, narrow corridor of Iron Alley that hummed with unfamiliar energy. Rain hissed softly above them, filtered through rusted grates and layers of exposed piping. The air was thick with ozone and a faint…

  • Iron Alley: The Fracture

    The echo of the metal hatch slamming shut above them faded into silence. Beneath the shop, the maintenance shaft extended like the artery of a dead god—concrete, rust-stained, and lined with severed data cables that still sparked weakly in the dark. Faint emergency lights hummed every thirty meters, casting sickly amber shadows across the group…

  • Iron Alley: Ash and Neon

    They left the shop quietly, the white-bearded man’s silent nod their only farewell. Outside, Iron Alley buzzed differently now—closer, hungrier. Somewhere above, a small detonation echoed like distant thunder, followed by a chorus of barking voices and scattering footsteps. “Not our problem,” Kael muttered, slipping the cores into his jacket. “Let’s move.” Kira paused at…

  • Iron Alley: Rust and Relics

    The streets of lower Iron Alley didn’t welcome visitors—they tolerated them. Grime coated every surface, neon signs flickered with static fatigue, and the scent of ozone clung to the air like a warning. Pipes hissed underfoot, and narrow walkways curved above their heads like ribs of some long-dead machine. Liora, Kael, and Kira moved quietly,…