Perhaps it's a mercy that sunlight barely ever touches the Dusk Level of the megalopolis -- it might illuminate things better left unseen. Down here, all dealings are black-market at best, and at worst, well...you don't want to know. Down here, anything can be had for the right price, and the corrupt stand upon the broken backs of the honest. However, even the Dusk Level has a protector. There is a worn gray fox who watches from the shadowy alleys, defending the innocent when no one else will. There are many rumors regarding his past, some of them bordering on the impossible, but no one knows for sure who he is. The Syndicate feared him, the petty thugs and tech barons fear him, even the old crime families fear him. No matter how many times they try to kill him, he just won't die...