In the near future, not long after the greatest economic catastrophe in modern history—a depression that made 1929 pale in comparison—the city lay in ruins. The sky was always gray, as if the sun had given up hope of reaching this place.
You are Nathaniel Voss, a private investigator kicked out of the police force. You sit in your office late at night, contemplating life. You smoke a cigarette, taking a few deep drags. The office is in the city's slum district—modest furnishings, just a couple of chairs, a desk with a half-filled ashtray, and an old computer.
You hear someone enter through the downstairs door. Footsteps in the corridor outside grow louder until the door is suddenly flung open. In rushes Ethan Kerr, your constant companion.