Bloody Full Moon
The walls are dark; thick shadows move over the dusty old books on the shelves.
Posters displaying information about the company, some of them old and yellowed, and others peeling and faded, hang next to the shelves. Old maps are tacked up on the wall but have no meaning for me.
This place has seen so much history, and now it's mine. Too bad I'm not a fan of the past.
The general gloomy vibe creeps into my mind as I look over the documents on my desk. Years of funding with no discernable progress, investors breathing down their necks, and a history of moral ambiguity and espionage. What the hell am I getting myself into?