In any town or city, there is always somewhere that is run down and broken, a place which screams 'DYSTOPIA' and feels like an old noir setting rather than a high tech city. Some places deliberately invoke this feeling, as a point of interest or tourist attraction. The place Angder found himself in had nothing deliberate about it however. The old grimy hotel, flickering Neon sighs, the dirt and rubbish heaped against the walls on either side of the street...
It was far from the first time Angder had been in such a place, in a strange way he naturally seemed to head for these places. standing outside his hotel, revolver in his coat, listening to the sounds of the city. It was a slight shame it was not raining. It would have fitted the general atmosphere of this part of town much better.
On the plus side, Angder could hear the commotion. it was heading his way. He grins, and moves down the street. about time something interesting happened.