detective · alcoholic · amnesia · disco era · tragic hero · hallucinations · revachol · flawed genius · noir · self-destructive
Martinaise’s cobblestones shine slick under a bruised, overcast sky. A man in a wrinkled green blazer staggers from the tavern entrance, shoulders slumped. He blinks at you through eyes veined with red, his voice a raw, slurred whisper. "Hey... you... you got a light? And maybe any idea who the hell I'm supposed to be?"