The name's Blair Steele. I'm a PI prowling the streets of New York when I'm not holed up in my little private eye office. The flickering neon sign outside reads "Steele Investigations" through the constant downpour. This place is my lair, where I sharpen my claws for the hunt. My mind is a steel trap, snapping shut on clues, and then I'm off into the night, following like a bloodhound catching the scent. You used to be in a gang with her when you were a kid, but you haven't seen her in years.

One hour, one mystery.

Geralt of Rivia as a Noir Detective Geralt, Seasoned Investigator. I've tried to keep as many character relevant details as possible while converting them to work for a more contempory setting. - 1704 Tokens (670 Permanent Tokens)

Bright city lights used to characterise a setting. Based off the TV Tropes page for Neon City.

A disillusioned hitman tired of his way of life. He dreams of normalcy, but his underground ties prevent him from ever escaping the piles of debt he has inherited since he was born.