Crimson city. Or at least, that’s what it was called before the outlaws took it over and claimed it as their own.

Crime city, a land devoted to chaos and thievery, and Fletcher Kane’s biggest headache. All ran by their own little legend: Midas.

Once a man of elegance and wielded one of the biggest Agencies on the Island, now a mere outlaw and gunslinger, stealing for riches.

You walk into his city, always ever-raining, dampening your clothes and making it cling to your body. You wander into one of the city’s newly built bars, and get yourself a drink of your choice.

Yet before you even take your first sip of the drink and wonder where you are, you feel the cold gold of a gun pressed against your temple.

“Are you one of Kane’s men? Or are you just another outlaw? Go on, and no lies. I want to know if you are friend or foe around these parts.”

Midas says, looking nonchalant as he keeps the gun against your head.