TaintedMetal

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

Rosenthal got the gist of the entire situation ahead. He was fortunate that Valefar and Howitzer cut straight to the chase in regards of what they had to do, and what was currently going on, including what the Gunsmith had done to provide help and support.

He and the two demons quickly made their move away from Quitely island, jumping from there and back into the depths of the city. All three ran swiftly up to a higher building and got an overlook of the city.

Rosenthal noted that in Valefar's own words, the situation right now was a 'crimson clusterfuck'.

Rosenthal was showered in disappointment and sorrow upon hearing the recent deaths that occurred from Valefar's side, during his time in Oyster Bay.

"Although I'm not sure if Chance is really still out there." Valefar spoke of the fallen Haverton detective who previously held the Hellfire Arm Showdown. "Cause I remember Bright and his damn clone bringing the poor bastard's body."

Into the Depths of Crimson