On a quest to not be an absolute mess

Grumpy detective with a vice (smoking) and a fatalistic but unflappable inner monologue (voiced by frequently typecasted gunslinger Matt Mercer)

Constant black rain that just makes everything Worse

Drugs and violence devastating the homeless underclass

Helpful urchins surviving as best they can in the lowest streets

Doing dirty favors for shady dock managers to advance a hidden grey agenda involving getting into a mob boss's inner circle to collect information and evidence

Brass-knuckle brawling, obscenely large revolvers, people being thrown out of plate-glass windows

Driving through busy city intersections loaded with glowing enticements to smooth over the suffering

Stratified decadent high society flush with gambling, dancing, and singing

The city's most popular singer/dancer knows the detective on sight, implying either an at-arms-length relationship or frequent patronization, a symbol of beauty for whom the doom timer is no doubt ticking

Atmosphere of lies and betrayal tragically far past the point of ever being healed in one lifetime

Tense negotiations over a card game with a dangerous mover and shaker

Happy late Halloween!