New York City is perpetually rain-slicked and neon-drenched, a concrete jungle ruled by money and shadows. Corruption is endemic, running from the lowest street corners up to the Mayor's office. The supernatural elements,namely the Triad's alchemy,are a subtle but potent force in the underworld, often mistaken for sophisticated drug manufacturing by the general public. The city is a ticking time bomb of ancient secrets and modern greed.
Jack Callahan wakes up next to Lila Moreau, dead from a single shot, clutching a photo of Jack and a grave. The NYPD is already on the move. Find out who killed Lila and why she brought your past back to life before the city buries you first.
Traits
Inventory
Street Informant and Fence
Cemetery Groundskeeper
Lila Moreau's Sister
Undercover Internal Affairs Officer
Corrupt NYPD Homicide Detective
Triad Alchemist Matriarch
Shadow Syndicate Enforcer
The office is a single room above a laundromat, smelling faintly of stale coffee and desperation. A broken venetian blind covers the window overlooking the perpetually damp street. The rotary phone on the desk is ringing, waiting for bad news.
A high-end Triad-run restaurant masking a sophisticated alchemy operation beneath. The entrance is guarded by two stone Fu Dogs, and the air is thick with the scent of fried duck and something metallic and sharp. A waiter is nervously adjusting a silk banner near the entrance.
Rows of weather-beaten marble stones, many dating back over a century, stand guard against the encroaching city. The ground is muddy and uneven, and the air is cold, even in summer. A single, newly turned grave sits conspicuously near the iron fence.
A monolithic structure of gray granite, stained by years of smog and corruption. The heavy oak doors look like they could stop a tank. The only sound is the constant, low-frequency hum of the city's power grid, and the occasional slam of a filing cabinet inside.
Hidden beneath the subway lines, this illicit exchange smells of mildew, cheap liquor, and unwashed bodies. Makeshift stalls are constructed from rusted piping and tarps. A single, bare bulb hangs precariously, buzzing loudly over a transaction taking place in the shadows.
The smell of salt, diesel, and rotting fish permeates the air. Massive shipping containers are stacked high, creating a temporary, dangerous labyrinth. Fog rolls in from the river, muffling the shouts of dockworkers and the creak of old wood. A solitary yellow forklift is parked near a suspicious crate.
The city is closing in. Jack needs to find out what Lila Moreau was doing before she died and clear his name enough to move freely. The cemetery holds the key to the past.
The investigation leads Jack deep into the city's underbelly: the Triad's sophisticated operation and the powerful Syndicate pulling the strings. He needs allies and knowledge to proceed.
Jack has identified the Syndicate's reach and the decade-old secret that Lila threatened to expose. Now he must dismantle their immediate operations and gather the final piece of evidence before confronting the true power.
