[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[SN Storyteller]

JB, Sarge

"Something  has come to Gotham.  It arrived by traveling outside this world, using roads that exist on the other side of the rain.  I do not know who or what they are, only that there are a lot of them.  Given recent events, I'm worried of there intention.  Are you aware of them?"

"To speak plain t'ya son, 'Something' is a mighty broad bit of intel right now. We've got all sorts creeping into our haunts and the streets are hardly safe at all. Forgiegn Ghosts, things what was never alive, the gooks from right outta the tempest itself."

There is a sensation of a pause. John smells acrid smoke, half cordite and half havanna cigar.

"I tell you something however. We captured some heretics just an hour or so ago who had been up to thier old tricks of skin riding a few drunks. Basic possesion of the living is a crime boy, and we punish offenders with extreme prejudice. But while debriefing them we had a few suspicions comfirmed for us. The Shroud in Gotham, that veil that keeps you from seeing us and us from just up and ordering a Jack and Coke at the bar, its gettin' mighty thin."

The smell of smoke again the direction of the voice moves around him.

"Nobody noticed at first, given the time of year. The wall always gets a little thinner around now. Y'musta heard all the stories about Hallow'een and that. But it wasn't until we compared our reports with what these detainee's were boasting that we relaised this ain't the usual thinnin'"

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