The streets of Los Angeles are suffocating; the darkness of the sky looms above you, the neon lights blind you, and the people walk past you endlessly.

As you struggle to get your bearings around this place, you make it to a quiet area under cover, out of the way of the bustling crowds. It seems that someone else had the same idea as you—a man in a trench coat, with hair that looks almost white, despite his apparent young age. He looks at you.

This city… could swallow you alive.