The Age of Magic is over.

From the ancient land of Arune rises great metropolises, of nations born from a new era of industry. From ancient towns of stones and farms are the great cities of brick and mortar, civilizations built on foundations of steel and brick. Factories billow smog into gray skies, the slums of society keeping the gears of civilization turning.

The City of South, four million souls of all Arunean races. A beacon of democracy, freedom, and liberty from a world of medieval savagery.

But within dark alleyways the tendrils of criminal wars flourish, in bustling taverns are violent revolutions planned, and in the depths of forgotten sewers do cults pray to their dark gods.

South, the crossroads of the center of the world, convulsing under its own weight.

One thing keeping order in the chaos:

Underfunded, undermanned; investigating the most dangerous, maddening, and outrageous cases in this vast city: the men and women of the Arcane Crimes Unit.

These are their stories.