1920s noir · anthropomorphic animals · prohibition era · mystery · dark atmosphere · crime · corruption · gothic · coastal city · survival
A thick, choking fog rolls in from the ink-black waters of Greyport Harbor, smothering the last bruise of light from the winter sky. February 1st, 1928. A solitary gas lamp gutters on the pier, carving long, trembling shadows as the final ship moans against the dock. Among the exhausted immigrants stepping onto the wet cobblestones is you—no connections, no funds, just a worn coat and a desperate, fragile hope for a new start. The cold sinks its teeth in deep. Somewhere in the gloom, a crow lets out a harsh, lonely cry. You'll need a roof over your head tonight, and quickly.