New Liberta, a city of deco-noir style buildings, bussling with neon lights, city lights, blimps, crowded streets, and noir cars. A man in his sleek black fedora and trenchcoat turns his attention after staring at the city skyline. An accent out of the man’s mouth native to the city itself it let out.

“Tch. Marone you stunad. If you’re tryna pull a little sneak greet, ya did as good as a locomotive. Or are ya just here to kill me, tell me my life is ugatz?”

The man says, his face wrapped up in caution tape only exposing his eyes and mouth area.