A corpse hangs, swinging in the breeze. A man slumbers, fitfully, as his grasp of the world slips away. A city crumbles to dust and blood.

This. Is. Revachol.

A corpse hangs, swinging in the breeze. A man slumbers, fitfully, as his grasp of the world slips away. A city crumbles to dust and blood.

This. Is. Thespir.

Another detective. Another murder. Another city.

A new story.

So much closer to home. And yet still so far away.

This.

Is.

TECHNO-ZEN ELYSIUM.

Guide this vessel of will. Tame the voices of chaos. Save the city of purity.

Or, don't.

Plummet to damnation. Descend into madness. Let hope fall.

It is…

YOUR CHOICE.