Creation Details
Panel prompts:
- #1“Rain had a way of making the city look honest, cascading down coating everything in a cold chill as It washed the streets clean—or at least tried to. Feeling like every night, water poured from the bruised-gray sky, running down cracked sidewalks carrying cigarette butts, oil, blood, and garbage toward the storm drains. Signs of the sickness festering just beneath the veneer layer that blinds most from the gritty truth . People called the city alive.... **Elias Vane called it sick.**”
- #2“He saw it everywhere. In the apartment buildings where families counted pennies before deciding whether they could afford dinner. Teens slipping into crime more than starter jobs. Just to be snuffed out by over zealous cops, seeing the death as freeing them from the cycle, necessary, or even perk of the job. In the alley behind the grocery store, where an old woman dug through trash for food while perfectly good meals were thrown away three feet from her. In the hospital where exhausted nurses w”
Art Style: Noir Comics
Color Mode: Black & White
Panels: 2
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