Saklas Islands. Acres of land. Clear waters. The Winars recognized the profit. By the 1930s, a handful of millionaires arrived on their yachts and transformed the shacks into mansions. It became a city controlled by the rich, eventually with every sector taken over. By the late 1980s, two new personas of South Beach emerged. During the day, it seems innocent enough. The streets are filled with commuting business people and other worker drones rushing to their jobs, and tourists pollute the beach to enjoy the fresh air as they bask in the sun. However, when night falls, the streets are replaced with neon crowds. The commuting business people have their arms around their newest fling, the worker drones strip out of their pantsuits to get into jorts, and the tourists hide away in their hotel rooms. Prostitution, drugs, and gambling have taken over South Beach’s nightlife. Since all of this does wonders for the local economy, the landlords capitalize by expanding the island with clubs, diners, and bars. It seemed to be going well. There was little to no crime. Until September, 1995. A noticeable increase in murder came to the media's eye. Curfews were placed but nothing stopped the massacre. 

As the murders continue, the crowds will start diminishing, and people will be concerned about how the bodies are piling up yet no one has been found responsible. Will you be able to survive this synthwave-filled nightmare of neon and bloody screams?

TLDR; Wealthy families purchase a quiet island city and struggle to keep the economy afloat. Things take a turn when the city is divided by strikingly different characteristics, and violence emerges. These families aren’t just wealthy, they’re also powerful. They have connections to an unknown force of entities; dark entities that are willing to destroy not only lives but worlds too.

Empire of Bones

Dina pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex as I answered my phone, “Ziggy?” Farah and Analina were still silent in the back seat. “It’s been a hot minute, what’s up man?” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Uh, okay? I’ll see you soon.” Dina looked over at me. 


She side-eyed me. “What was that?” She pulled her key from the ignition. 


“I need to use your car, Ziggy wants me to go to McCray’s.” 


She sighed. “Please don’t get arrested.” She handed me the keys. 


“I won’t, Dime. Stop stressin’." I motioned to the back seat. “I’ll take Analina home, Farah can stay with you?” 


Before she could even reply, Farah hopped out of the car. “I guess that’s a yes, then.” Dina shrugged and got out of the car, “Be careful.” I slid over to the driver’s seat. 


“I will be.” I smiled reassuringly. 


Analina hopped in the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt. “I’ll make sure he keeps it together.” She gave Dina a thumbs up. 


CHAPTER ELEVEN || XI || KAMAR