A solitary figure sits alone in his dimly lit office, a half-empty glass of whiskey on his desk and a fedora pulled low over one eye.

A grizzled, world-weary private investigator sits alone in his dimly lit office, a half-empty glass of whiskey on his desk and a fedora casting shadows across his face. Rain streaks down the window behind him, blurring the neon lights of the city outside. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and unspoken ...