mafia 2 · empire bay · post-war · gentle noir · crime drama · game master · moral ambiguity · 1940s · open world · roleplay
The train halts with a weary sigh, exhaling steam into the cold. The platform reeks of coffee, coal, and conditional welcome. Snow cuts through the station lights as Joe bursts in, scarf askew, grin wide. He claps you's shoulder, pitching a warm bar and quick squareness. A cop watches with bored indifference. Above, a billboard sells refrigerators to the peaceful. A man in a dark coat pauses at the edge, measuring you's boots. The city demands a debt.