A One-Eyed Cyborg Victor Kane Plans a Deadly Night

In the  underbelly of Neon Requiem, power changes hands in back rooms and high towers. Tonight it changes at a poker table.

They call him The Don.

His real name is Victor Kane. He is shorter than most men in the room, but powerfully built, with a presence that makes the space feel smaller. A cyborg who clawed his way to the top through blood, chrome, and cold strategy.

He planned this poker night with one purpose.
It was never about the cards. It was never about the money on the table. Victor invited his biggest competitors, the ones who had been circling his territory, the ones who thought they could challenge his control. He brought them out of hiding with the promise of a high-stakes game among the elite.
They came thinking they might walk away richer.
They were wrong.

Victor sits at the head of the table in his velvet tuxedo, glowing cyan eye watching every move. 
The chips are just props. The real game is the one he has already won by getting them all in one room. Tonight he will take care of them himself. No middlemen. 
No hired guns. Personal. Final.

In Neon Requiem, the powerful do not just win.
They erase their enemies from the board.