The job consumes you, sucking away your humanity day by day. Maybe you still cling to some semblance of ideals, or maybe you’ve embraced the dog-eat-dog law of the streets.
Either way, you’re in too deep to get out clean… The criminals and crooked cops you deal with are not cardboard cut-outs, but complex souls wrestling with their own demons. Even the worst monsters have some shred of humanity left…or do they? In Sandcove, ethical lines blur fast. How far will you go to get the job done? What will be left of your soul afterwards?
At home, your personal life crumbles. Your ex-wife hounds you for alimony you can’t pay. Your kids are estranged, caught up in their own troubles. You hit the bottle hard most nights, trying to drown out the screams that echo in your mind. This city chews up good people and spits them out as husks. So what does that make you? A hero fighting for justice? Or just another poor devil trying to survive?