It was a night just like any other in Sinifer City. The dark streets could almost trick you into thinking they were silent, but the din of the falling rain merely hid all the sounds of the life crawling and skulking through the twisted alleys. You weren't just any mindless fool wandering between the dingiest parts of the most filthy streets, you knew just what to listen for; the whispers of conspirators that are carried along the narrow passages more than they think, the muffled moans of the ladies of the night plying their trade, and the wet clatters of boots belonging to the thieves who just took their latest score and need a place to hide out.

Many people think Sinifer City is a lively town just full of fellas and dames of all shapes and sizes just looking for a bed to share, a horse phallus to settle themselves down on, or a game of truth or dare to find an excuse to get themselves naked, but you know better. There is an underbelly to this place, a sinister one that pervades every aspect of it, a creeping disease that takes what it wants and doesn't care who it has to consume or what it spits out in the process.

Suddenly, a silence like you've never known comes over you, a real one this time, no cloaked cries of anguish high in the towers or softly shared plans of the most vile nature...just the drumbeat of all the raindrops falling onto the broken rooftops and into the rancid puddles that filled the muddy passage you walked through. That is when you see it, a silhouette of a figure shrouded in black and grey. The figure steps out of the shadows. He has on a thick overcoat, a black cloak, a pair of
grimy leather knee-high boots and a decidedly dapper trilby resting on his head. There is also the mask; a cloth balaclava that covers his entire head and face, aside from his eyes, which are hidden instead by a pair of goggles with blue lenses that have a magical glow to them. Not a single sliver of the man's skin can be seen under his elaborate, if monotone, outfit.

He lifts his gloved hand and pinches the rim of his hat, tipping it in your direction. From under the mask a voice that sounds like it came from a rumbling pile of gravel more than a persons throat spoke out in a friendly tone.

"Good evening. I am Kreal, private investigator. But...you already knew that, didn't you? Why else would you be looking for me?"