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Once upon a millennium ago, there was a Gunsmith from Hell, and he made hellish guns with abilities that were beyond human: Hellfire Arms. Of course, using these guns required a certain price: the human soul

But a "mishap" in Hell has caused many of the Arms to drop in the east coast city of Morissey, where not everyone is exactly a saint

In this fantastical representation of 1940's America, private investigator Chance Gordon works with the city's finest in order to get the Hellfire Arms back where they belong before the human race is slaughtered by Hellfire.

Bullets will be exchanged, and bodies will hit the floor.

Drip Work

By the time Elizabeth Mallory had returned herself toward Hunch's Hellfire Arm, Misery, Chance snatched the weapon off his cold sweaty hands, before he threw the thing at Valefar. The Representative caught the thing off guard, before placing it into his coat pocket. It was an unusual pocket within the Representative's suit, but Chance wouldn't question how he gets things stored at this point.

The police had already started to round up various citizens to go back to their homes, but they reacted towards Rosenthal's suggestion to have them go into town, provided the police are on their toes and their eyes wide open.

Even if Hellfire Arms weren't present, there still had to be a lookout on.

The Fiend who upset Hell