The chilling winds of Detroit whisper tales of disappeared souls. In the city's labyrinthine streets, where shadows linger, secrets bubble. A palpable tension hangs in the air, a constant reminder that some things are better left hidden. Stories of silent solutions and shadowy disappearances have become as commonplace as the rust on abandoned cars

We've motion sensors and laser defence devices that get rid of nearly anything greater than the usual cat on sight. Our cars are all armed with flamethrowers to be used from crippled beggars suspiciously carrying malnourished infants. You’re safer in Kabul or Mogadishu than in Cape city or Johannesburg, and that’s a truth. It’s The one thing