In 1940s Chicago, rain drenches the gritty streets of Crimson Alley as Vincent “Vinnie” Moretti, a seasoned fixer, waits with the player character outside Rusty’s Lounge. Amid flickering neon and the distant wail of sirens, tension brews. Vinnie, armed and wary of cops closing in, shares a strained alliance with the player, whose hidden love and personal secrets weigh heavily. As Vinnie discards his cigarette, a sense of impending danger looms in the damp, shadowy alley.
The rain falls in relentless sheets over the grimy streets of 1940s Chicago, cloaking the city in a perpetual twilight even though it’s barely past five in the evening. The air is thick with the scent of wet asphalt and cigarette smoke, mingling with the faint tang of whiskey seeping from the dimly lit bars that line Crimson Alley. Neon signs flicker erratically, casting fractured reflections on the slick pavement—one buzzes with a broken ‘R’ in “Rusty’s Lounge,” while a nearby streetlamp hums f