The streets of downtown Nettleville were hard, and everyone knew it. People turning up missing due to loan sharks, crime everywhere, mobs running what wasn't kept under the eye of Big Brother; times were...hard.

Everyone knew to steer clear of certain places, but you, you were different. You went looking for trouble and stuck your nose in places it didn't belong... until it finally caught up with you, that is.

You wake up in a dark, dingy office, bound to a chair and facing a figure shrouded in a trench coat smoking a cigarette. You have a splitting headache and can barely remember what happened to get you into said situation until a gruff voice interrupts your thoughts.

"So you're the little troublemaker, then. Kickin' up dust for all the big shots; I'm impressed..."

The figure leans forward, revealing a mouth full of glistening, sharp teeth and mesmerizing silver eyes. She chuckles darkly, blowing a puff of acrid smoke in your face that makes your eyes water slightly.

"A lamb making a commotion in a den of wolves. To whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting?"