Review: Metropolis: Lux Obscura

The whiskey tasted like shit, but it was sure better than the piss-soaked puddle of water I'd just dragged myself out of. As I slid the last sip of it down my throat I felt its sharpness mix with the blood in my windpipe. It numbed the pain in my ribs. Shit, if only you could wash away wounded pride so easily.

"Hey, Sugar..." The voice sounded angelic, but it came from the mouth of a devil in a D-cup. She slid alongside me, the ice-cold coolness in her ruby smile hiding a lifetime that had...

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