Kay walks down the street looking at his new home. While he is walking he notices that some people are acting way different than his previous city. His father, Karion, has always told him to be careful around this town. Then Kay pauses to think, "What happened to Karion in Detroit? Death, not much else." He keeps strolling through the streets to find dealers and sell the products.

Bacon started preparing his fireplace with meticulous precision. Placing the logs and kindling just right so that he was able to get the fire going in no time at all. This was a particular time of year in a Detroit where one could enjoy cozying up to a warm fireplace. Maybe reading a new book, spending “quality time” with lover(s), roast marshmallows, discreetly burning incriminating evidence or corpse(s), or just stare into the tranquil fire to wind down after a long day. 

The accompaniments of calling Detroit home are truly some of the best the shores have to offer. And as fortunate would have it, Bacon was quickly starting to find himself increasingly comfortable at his new home, thanks to his long-time friend & realtor Freyja, in the district called Corktown on the east side of the metropolis which was widely known as the Motor City.

The future looked bright indeed for the living residents populating the streets of Detroit. City developmental projects & works were already underway.