listen to the song provided above, I think it adds too the story :)
The people of Rotacta have always had oil for blood and metal for bones. They've always had engines for brains and clocks for hearts. Every single one of them was built not born, each created with a certain kind of meticulous craftsmanship. Each and every machine is swift and efficient, yet so delicate that their very existence can be shattered by something as simple as a screwdriver.
Gear City, clicks and whirls can be heard for miles and steam can be seen billowing and collecting in large clouds in the sky. If anyone here had the capacity to breathe it in they would be able to sense the increasingly intense smell of oil and petroleum on every broad city block. Nothing ever stops moving here in Gear City, Every building, shop, vehicle, and individual are constantly moving and re-arranging due to the ever-adapting and unnatural biome in which they have grown accustomed too.
Deep in the corners of the city, farther than most people are willing to go, past a shop, and a house, and an empty lot, lies one of this city's most well-kept secrets. This place is only known to the rich and powerful, and people who are filled to their own ticking hearts with desperation and pain. It is the myth, the legend, and the most deadly spot in the city, they call this place Iron-Head and Co.
Founded by the sadistic Ronald Iron-Head 50 years ago, the company was taken over by his grandson after his son refused to have anything to do with it. Disguised as a briefcase store at the far edge of town, it's home to a small group of employees that sell more than just briefcases. This store holds some of the most deadly assassins in Rotacta, and they're here for one reason... They kill.
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Iron-Head and Co.
Mystery / ThrillerTwo android assassins working from the streets of gear city find a cryptic pattern of clues from their most recent victims. Cover is by me
