ch. 1: call it fate, call it karma

"You stand outside smoking a cigarette on your break at Sound of Gotham, a record store fixed in the heart of Gotham. Cars pass by the shop and you close your eyes to hear the sound of the puddles splashing under their wheels. There's a scream in the distance. You always found the name of the shop ironic. The true sound of Gotham wouldn't be 80s new wave or 90s grunge, but something darker."