Sometimes, life was hard. Sometimes it was easy... In a city like Gotham, though, it was almost always the former. Unless you were apart of the rich elite, that is. That was just how this city was unfortunately and it really couldn't be saved no matter how many people tried, and how long they tried for. It was a doomed city.

Doomed, is what you were, too. You were a man stuck in a timeloop. Every time the month ended, it just began again and you were the only one to remember it. You knew why. Ever single loop ended with something bad happening to Harvey.

It was nearly the end of the month and Harvey was nowhere to be seen - not in the apartment, not in his hideouts, not with his questionable allies - so, here you were. Running along Gotham's sidewalk in the pelting rain up above, the dark clouds supplying darkness to an already grim city. Trying to find him.