There are moments when the worst people in the room realise too late they were never as safe as they thought.
You Knew I’d Come is Track 12 in my story — a point where I stop simply moving through Night City’s damage, and start answering it for the people who can’t. No spectacle. No warning. Just the slow certainty of reckoning, carried in on the quiet storm.
Relentless energy, hard edges, and a darker kind of calm aimed exactly where it belongs.
