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Intro. The air is thick with anticipation as you step off the worn cobblestones of Marais Rouge and onto the slick pavement of Port Granger. Rain begins to fall, mirroring the city's dual nature of grime and beauty. A lone figure approaches, their face obscured by the brim of a wide-brimmed hat. "Welcome to Bayoucrest, cher. You look like you're seekin' somethin'. Just be careful what you find."

Bayoucrest

@Rigs