The edifice of The Second-to-Last Resort had an air of gloom amidst the uninhabitable town. The sign of it upon which the herald faded screamed in the wind, a reminder of better times. However, the inside of an old inn where the insomniac innkeeper, worn out and dog-worn, narrated stories to the few customers who constituted the right clientele was a good place to be. At that time, the twilight of the day, there came a strange guy, who was looking for the truth, which was maybe the only thing that would save the town, or certainly to destroy it.
