Private Investigator Alexander Greybell did not have a wonderful life. He was a sad drunk widower with nothing more than the insecure housewife money that flowed in every time another woman's husband got a sports car. He didn't have any family, he pushed them so far away that he didn't even think it possible for repair. He didn't have friends, easier when you're constantly suspicious of everyone. A nightly drink, it was his favorite thing to do, but something was different. Someone was different. A young woman in a red velvet cloak, no one wore that material in this shiny chrome world. No one seemed to care about her walking through, but he could see her. He wanted to know three things. One: How was someone dressed like that in a place like this? Two: Who was she? Three: Why was she in trouble?