The Metropolis needed no introduction…

but the old man gave one anyways.

“Kid, I can tell you new here, so let me tell you a few things you need to know if you wanna make it here…” The boy couldn’t have been more than 16, and staring uncomfortably at the glass of bourbon in front of him. A jazz pianist, Fingerman Jones, was playing in the background of the crummy jazz dive that was The Grand.

“This place, it used to be one of the first movie theater in the city! Things fall from grace here. People too. Anyways, what was I saying… Oh, yeah, survivin’ the city. Used to be a mining town, when it was built, this place, coal mining. Mine own great grandfather was a miner before they closed it down. Decided there was more money to be made in industry. S’why the city’s mostly factories, active, re-purposed or abandoned. First rule, don’t go in the abandoned ones. Weird things happen in the abandoned ones. Kids go missing, leaving nothin’ but a mutilated, bloodless body.” The kid regretted his decision already…


Freshly Chilled, Out of your Chicago Overcoat