The early vigilante years hit with a rough, close-quarters rhythm. Fights hinge on fear, timing, and whatever advantage you can steal from the dark. Nothing runs on autopilot—every clash demands quick reads of distance, angles, and momentum.
The city unfolds through alleys, rooftops, and tucked-away paths that quietly shape how each mission plays out. Upgrades tweak your approach instead of padding stats, pushing you toward cleaner stealth or tighter hand-to-hand pressure. The whole experience stays grounded and tense, giving this origin era a raw, physical edge.