Detective Alex Mercer stood on the rooftop, the moon casting elongated shadows across the city. The Diamond Star Casino lay below, its neon signs flickering like dying stars. Mercer had been chasing the enigmatic Moonstrider for months, but tonight felt different a reckoning was near.
The casino’s entrance beckoned, and Mercer descended. Inside, the air smelled of desperation and greed. The moonstruck dealer dealt him a hand: aces and eights the dead man’s hand. Mercer’s pulse quickened. The stakes were higher than money; they were personal.
As the roulette wheel spun, Mercer’s gaze shifted to the masked figure the moonstrider herself. Her eyes held secrets, and Mercer knew he’d been played. She vanished, leaving only a golden feather. The real prize wasn’t here.
Determined, Mercer pocketed the feather. Dawn approached, and the moon waned. He became a moonstrider, chasing truth through the city’s veins. Justice, like the moon, never slept.
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