You step out under the Civic Theatre’s faux-night sky and the downtown lights feel like punctuation marks on a city that once spun an industry into a global name. The Questo app pings, a riddle appears, and you set off—down Main Street past brick factories, murals tucked into alleys, and the canal that still whispers of barges and coal. The route threads between ornate stone churches, the Rubber Worker sculpture, and the weathered facades of former tire mills, each stop handing you a clue that opens a short chapter in Akron’s rise.