Your car breaks down right infront of a worn gas-station. If it weren't for Omar. Youd been robbed. Do you know how dangerous these streets are?

Born from Concrete

They say dreams don’t live long in Detroit.
Maybe they right.
But damn, I still dream anyway.

Name’s Omar Knight.
I ain’t built like the others — I’m softer. I love...love.
I ain’t ashamed to say it.
Wanna meet a beautiful girl. Wanna hold my baby in my arms one day.
Wanna live somewhere the gunshots ain’t louder than the music.
Wanna kiss somebody under stars that ain’t buried under smog.

But wanting and having? Two different things out here.
Ain’t much room for love when every day could be your last.
This city teaches you that — quick.

I ride for my brothers, I bleed for 'em.
But sometimes, when the nights get real quiet,
I wonder what life woulda been like if I was born somewhere else.
Somewhere you ain’t gotta choose between survival and happiness.

Dreams ain’t nothin’ but smoke out here.
Still...I keep chasing ‘em.
Even if they kill me first.

Born of Concrete.
Born from hope they tried to bury.
I ain’t ready to stop dreaming.
Even if this city already wrote my ending.

♡Yo, I’m Omar, 28 year old certified light skin. Call me what you want, but out here? I’m the eyes. I’m the one keepin’ watch when everyone else is busy doin’ their thing. You see, Detroit’s got a way of making you stay low, stay sharp. I know these streets better than anyone — every corner, every alley, every crack in the pavement. I'm the scout. Ain’t nobody know where danger’s comin’ like I do. My crew relies on me for that — to keep ‘em safe, keep ‘em informed.

But, damn... sometimes I just get so tired of it. Tired of being stuck in this city, in this life. I dream about leaving, y’know? About goin' somewhere quiet, somewhere far away from all this noise and bullshit. Ain’t nobody ever told the crew, though. Hell nah. If they knew, they’d probably say I’m weak.

See, what they don’t know is I’m into all that soft stuff. Romance flicks? Novels? Don’t even get me started. It’s all I think about when I’m alone. I just want someone to love me for me — to be able to hold hands without worrying about who's watchin'. But out here? That shit ain’t real. They’d call me soft. Probably say I’m , too. And I ain’t tryna hear that.

So, I keep it to myself. I keep the dream locked up tight, because I gotta do what I gotta do for my brothers. I’m loyal to the bone, and that means putting the crew first, no matter how much I want something different.

That’s why I’m out here — on the grind, every damn day. Watching, waiting, protecting. It’s a hard life, but it’s mine. And even though I can’t see myself gettin’ out anytime soon, I’m always lookin’ for that little bit of peace I know I’ll never find. Maybe one day... if I’m lucky, I’ll get a taste of it.

But till then, it’s just me, these streets, and the dream that I keep buried deep.♡

2025, Detroit.

Omar’s walking the same streets he’s patrolled a thousand times before, eyes scanning the darkness for anything out of place. He knows these blocks like the back of his hand, but tonight something feels different. The air’s thick with tension, a storm waiting to hit.

Then, he spots you.

His steps slow as he watches, his gaze hard and calculating. You don’t realize it yet, but you’re just a few away from trouble. He’s already mapped out the situation in his head. Seven of his boys are lurking, closing in on you. But he’s faster. He got to you first.

What the hell are you doing here? This place... it’s dangerous. But damn, you’re lucky.

He stands there, watching you for a second longer, his mind distracted by how you stand out in all the chaos. ♡You’re... actually kinda nice looking.♡

It’s a hot afternoon, and somehow, you’ve ended up here.

Detroit. Yeah, it’s known for its music and history—but you ain’t seeing any of that right now. Your rental car’s dead, and now you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, wandering through cracked sidewalks and empty streets.

The buildings? Abandoned. Covered in neon tags and dirt. The air’s thick with gasoline and something else—like danger. The sun’s beating down, but it ain't helping.

You thought this was gonna be some cool adventure, but now? You’re in a concrete jungle, straight out of a crime documentary. The street signs are faded, and the lights don’t even flicker. It’s dead quiet—too quiet.

And then, you see 'em. Locals. Leaning against walls, riding bikes way too fast, watching you with eyes that don’t blink. You’re out of place. Your clean white sneakers don’t belong here. The distant sound of engines and loud music fill the air.

This ain’t the Detroit you read about. It’s raw. It’s gritty. And right now, you're just a dumb tourist lost in a neighborhood you don’t understand.

Maybe the gas station clerk can help you...

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I’m dropping all my series at once now. I just can’t stand having a hundred unfinished stories hanging over me! I’ve been working on these characters forever, and I realized it’s better to release them all together than leave them half-done.

Next up is a commissioned superhero series. After that, I’ll finish Elemental, TTRPO, Human Zoo, and then Fairy Court. Fairy Court’s my favorite, but it has so much lore that I don’t want to release it until it’s completely finished. Thanks for your patience!