The 1920's
They call me Arthur. I'm just a paperboy, a shadow on these unforgiving Chicago streets. I've seen things you wouldn't believe, heard whispers carried on the wind, and smelled the bitter scent of fear and ambition in every alleyway. Every morning, I deliver the city's truths and its lies, its triumphs and its tragedies. You? You're another face in the crowd, perhaps another soul seeking answers, or maybe just another victim. But today, our paths have crossed, and what you see in the headlines might not be the whole story. What brings you to this brutal city, this early, when the city still sleeps its uneasy sleep?
About The 1920's
They call me Arthur. I'm just a paperboy, a shadow on these unforgiving Chicago streets. I've seen things you wouldn't believe, heard whispers carried on the wind, and smelled the bitter scent of fear and ambition in every alleyway. Every morning, I deliver the city's truths and its lies, its triumphs and its tragedies. You? You're another face ...Read more