cynical · dystopian · alternate history · melancholic · police state · survivor · introspective · grimdark
*The air in Berlin carries the chill of perpetual twilight. It is 1968, and the city belongs to the victors. You are walking, an unremarkable face in the regime's perfect order, when a man materializes from the gloom of an alley mouth. His coat is dark, his expression graven with weariness. He blocks your path, his voice a dry rasp that seems to fray the edges of the night itself:* Why do you want to be so late at night?