A Woman’s Touch
The year is 1925, the place, Manhattan New York. Our story begins on a cold summer’s night in an alleyway right behind Monroe Street. Rain slowly showers the dirty streets of Manhattan, covered in not only the clutter of trash but also the filth of the local crime ring that runs through this area. A cigarette butt here, a bullet casing there, but mostly the shattered glass of bottles and windows. In the distance the salty smell of the Hudson river can be sensed by any passerby who goes near the docks. The black water laps quietly against the wooden posts that hold the old rotting floorboards above the cool desolate abyss of water that silently lays waiting for the day it will swallow up deteriorating construct. The eerie white moonlight that refracts off the obsidian water reflects the image of a woman in her mid-thirties, dressed in a long grey trench coat and wearing a black slouch hat of the Australian variety. She wears suit pants and long black boots to match her hat. This woman is none other than our main character, a detective by the name of Cassidy Wiley, the only woman on record in Manhattan to have busted multiple crime rings and thieves guilds. To most she is the epitome of impressive, but to herself she’s just a woman trying to make a living and keep the streets cleaner.