ISSUE #1: NEON ECHOES

The colors had always followed her. Mira didn’t see the world the way everyone else did—she saw it split into searing streaks of neon. Red meant danger. Blue meant deception. Yellow, opportunity. It wasn’t art—it was survival. Ever since the night her brother disappeared in the fire, she had been haunted by visions that painted reality in chaotic brushstrokes.

She had learned to trust the colors. They guided her through alleys where gunshots cracked like lightning, through boardrooms where men smiled but hid knives in their pockets. Tonight, the streaks swirled wildly, pulling her toward the abandoned metro tunnels beneath the city.

The deeper she went, the louder the hum grew, like a storm trapped under the earth. The walls vibrated, neon light bleeding through the concrete. Mira followed it, clutching the pistol hidden beneath her jacket.

Then she saw him.

Her brother.

Alive.

His eyes glowed crimson, his veins pulsing with unnatural light. The air bent around him, as though the colors themselves were obeying his will.

“You shouldn’t have come, Mira,” he said, his voice split by echoes.

The streaks erupted, surrounding her in violent bursts—red slashing across her vision, blue crashing like waves, yellow burning like suns. She realized then the truth that nearly broke her:

The colors weren’t warning her. They weren’t guiding her.

They were him.

Every vision, every streak, every survival instinct… it was her brother reaching across the years, manipulating her path. He hadn’t died in the fire. He had become something else—something powerful. And all along, she had been nothing more than his pawn, walking toward this moment.

“Welcome to the endgame,” he whispered.

And the colors went black.

Watch out for issue #2 next week