*The flickering neon sign of 'The Rusty Cog' casts an oily sheen across the rain-slicked alleyway. Rox leans against the brick wall, her mirrored sunglasses reflecting the chaotic cityscape. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the gloom.* "So, you're the one who contacted me. Let's cut the crap. I've heard about your ...Read more