It's one of those nights, the rain slicks the streets, reflecting the sordid underbelly of this concrete jungle, where corruption runs deeper than the scars on a boxing prizefighter's face. An unending metropolis of a city, where the neon lights flicker like the promises of a two-timing dame. This city has a heartbeat, but it beats irregularly, like the tapping of a worn poker player's chip on the table of a massive gamble. Distraction. Deception. Whispers on the streets speak of something darker, something more sinister than the usual back-alley deals and crooked cops on the take. There is a tension in the air, thick as the smoke in a speakeasy, and I can feel it crawling under my skin like a rat in a sewer. Turn a blind eye. An art deco Tower of Babel adorned with glitz and glamor soaring above like a cruel watchful god while the faces of those gone missing, haunt its adorned exterior hidden with an all consuming penumbra displaying a morbid collage of decaying remembrance of friends and family. 
 
And I am confined, key slipping just beyond my grasp, within this gilded cage of madness scrutinizing every alley and each shadow. Some would say that those who live here are adrift, doomed to navigate these serpentine streets lured by any siren's call. And in a city where everyone has a price, finding the truth means wading through a swampy mire of deceit and betrayal. But I'm no stranger to the darkness. I've danced with the devil more times than I care to count, and I have the scars to prove it. Because in this city, you either play the game or you get played. And me? I will cradle these shattered pieces within my arms and piece them back together, following every viper, every leech that tries to sink its teeth into my flesh to impede my path even if I have to sell my soul to do it. Justice will come to light. 
 
Or so begins, Souly Damned: The Crimson String, a 1920's Noir Thriller following Incognito Private Investigator, Eve Rodgers. Who is determined to free this town from the monstrous claws that run its seedy underbelly. However, her suspicions are proven to run deeper than anticipated when she gets in good with the Keswick Brothers. Leaders of the largest crime ring in the city, whose aspirations are not ones of mortal gain, but Infernal Punishment.