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Nightville had no morals, no honor system, no right and wrong — just a couple of laws and a handful of us trying our best to enforce them. And it really didn’t make much of a difference having us Law Men roaming the streets — we were just security guards in a warzone, candles on a burning boat. This city went on forever, quite literally, and the only inhabitants of this sweaty cesspool were the filth from Heaven, the gems from Hell, and everything else that wouldn’t fit into either.

You mostly had your wrist cutters, your perverts, your molesters, your murderers with various motives, all awaiting their day of judgment in front of the Big Time. But there were also some decent folks down here who were merely victims of modern times, fatalities of living in an overpopulated world where the daily death rate outnumbered available caseworkers 500 to one. The system of judgment created by the Big Time was thousands of years old and made for a population of mortals that was never supposed to be as big as it was now. Somehow, no one had seen it coming; no infinite wisdom had foreseen a world where billions and billions of mortals lived, breathed and, eventually, would die.

Good, bad, indifferent, it didn’t really matter how you got to Nightville. Until the Big Time gave you a thumbs-up or a thumbs-down, you waited out your time down here, somewhere between Heaven and Hell.