Everything started the day after a woman and her thugs used me as a punching bag in a dark alley. If you’re thinking that I woke in some medieval-like fantasy world after they got through, you can’t be further from the truth. There are no castles, dungeons, dragons, or magic swords here. The first few minutes I held out hope that this place would have status bars showing HP/MP, etc. just like a lot of tropes. I mean who wouldn't love some amazing power or magic? Problem is there's no system or cultivation here. But I have a dusty office with an invisible secretary. Oh, and I found out my name by looking at the one stenciled on the office door. The name Dagger should give you a clue. Yeah, that woman sent me into a place where I’m a private detective. It's what they called a shamus back in 1940. The thing is this place isn't on the map and I can't leave. Well, not without a huge loss of blood. Trust me, I've tried. At the end of the day, I’m just an ordinary guy stuck in the past that doesn’t totally match the history books. I can get beat up or killed by any of the gangsters, backstabbing people, or crooked cops I meet. Hell, I can't even tell if the people are NPCs. After all, they seem to have lives like any person you might meet. Then again, how many times to you see dead movie stars wandering around on the streets? It's another dimension that runs like an old movie, leaving me with no choice but to find a way to escape. While I don’t miss my college classes that much, this place certainly puts a damper on my career hopes. That's because Lane Dagger has a lot of people trying to kill him.