Dark Chicago

"Hey ya jagoff, you look good! Yah, no, get over here and show me some love!"

  This is Chicago—a city with a chip on its shoulder ever since someone had the nerve to call it "The Second City." Not long after, the moniker "City of Big Shoulders" followed, because around here, everyone works. Everyone hustles. This is the Windy City, where summer will cook you and winter will freeze you solid. We play as hard as we work. The streets have been painted with decades of blood and steel dust. We built the American rail system, made it so the dandies out East could keep tabs on their exploits out West. Unless you are growing it yourself, most of what you eat likely passed through our yards and ports. We’re proud. We’re tough.
And we ain't takin' no one's crap.   But that ain’t the whole story.   This is also Dark Chicago. Here, the shadows stretch a little longer. Things go bump in the night. The corruption all you like to joke about? It ain’t just power and greed. Sometimes, it’s driven by much darker things.  

"So if you got the cojones, pull up a seat. I’ll get you a Fluky’s dog -or a wet beef, your call- and we’ll talk about how things work around here. Maybe, just maybe, you won’t get scammed or rolled before you make it a block down State."