In the dimly lit underbelly of London’s sprawling metropolis, where rain-soaked streets echoed with the whispers of a thousand secrets, lived a people shrouded in mystery. They were the ones nobody dared to ask questions about, the ones nobody dared to confront. But amidst this veil of silence, there emerged one voice – a whispered rumor, a hidden truth, a candid ass – capable of turning the tide of fate on its head.

Alessandro ‘The Bull’ McEntire, a rugged, battle-hardened journalist, was no stranger to this world. His name was a byword for fearless reporting, for unflinching conviction. But the deaths of two of his closest friends in a span of six months changed the game. One morning, as he sat amidst the rain-soaked streets, staring blankly at the nameless, faceless bodies strewn across the pavement, Alessandro came to a realization. The line between him and the candid ass that stared back at him from the mirror was thinning.

It was then that Alessandro’s seemingly unbreakable façade began to crack. Beginning with a crushing investigation into the brutal murder of a 12-year-old girl, he dug deeper, his findings sending shockwaves through the city’s dusty foundations. The once opaque world of London’s upper echelons was about to collide head-on with a hurricane of untempered truths. Would the winds of revelation steer the metropolitan melting pot towards a path of solace or forever plunge it into a toxic soup of half-baked fury?

As Alessandro vented his unrestrained outrage through the language of his craft, a detached form emerged: The Candid Ass, standing defiantly against the inexorable slide towards the ruin of his own world. And so, amidst the polluted streets of a city degenerating into despair, it demanded of its exposed and reckless stirrings, as one hollowed speaker – the sly idiom guiding all courses to life.