As with most things, the Arkham Gazette’s prediction of “The Great Heat Wave of 1921” was wrong and the hottest summer to ever reach the city arrived two weeks early, in August. The black painted streets of Arkham burned and cracked under the unforgiving sun and anyone caught in bare feet would be yelping in pain at the slightest touch of the sidewalk. 

The world of the 1920's has stumbled forward absentmindedly into a new era, alcohol is outlawed, the city – once clean and new – is now littered with the remnants of failed advertisements and newspapers. The dark corners of the city push back the light forcing citizens to stay home most nights and find comfort in your own endeavors. 

A breaking point sits just around the corner.