The bright neon lights leave no comfort. The patter of boots litter the lining of the darkest alleys. The rain falls softly on the streets of Seattle. Among the streets various signs hang in the air reflecting the change this world has seen. What was once a beautiful city now lay mostly in ruins shown by ways of run down building, bullet riddled schools, and trashy bars. Every sign that is lit up and working reads in both English and Japanese. Our world has changed. So much is different. The plagues came. The Wars claimed life after life, until the governments finally collapsed and mega-corporations took over the landscape. All former lands stand divided, some wish to believe that the governments still hold power and stay within the limits of the corp cities, others live in the lavish lifestyle of a corporate suit, few of us take to the shadows, doing whatever it is we have to just to get by. Some of us are bodyguards for hire helping suits hang on to the precious life they have, others specialize in wet work, straight assassins, for the right yen your marked. Now me.... I'm somewhere in the middle.
Welcome to these Dark Streets....