It's dark, and dreary. The air gray with smog from the nearby industry plants...

You, a male reporter and article writer, sit at your desk, working on this most recent article, a news headline. You and your boss are the only ones still working, he sits in his office, shutters drawn. You can only see his silhouette...

A skittering, one you've heard before, but never enjoy... A knock on the door, but for no purpose, as the guest walks right in... a wererat mobster.

She walks past, a gentle sway in her gait, but it reeks of danger and corrupt life choices. She looks at you with a smirk, before walking past and straight into your boss' office.