Chapter One. Rat Race.
Rapture, 1958.
After working an exhausting twelve hour shift at Neptune's Bounty, Harry returned to his Apollo Square apartment. Despite earning a modest living working the fisheries, Harry let out a muffled sigh as he walked through the door to his not so modest apartment. A bitter chill lingered in the room as Harry slumped into the chair at his desk. Taking two unopened envelopes out of his bag, Harry sat up in anticipation. He recognised the handwriting on the front of the first envelope, it was that of his co-worker Ellie.
Ellie was a relatively plain looking woman, but provided a dose of warmth and affection for Harry in the otherwise cold and calculated world of Rapture. Upon reading the letter, a wry smile ran across Harry's face. The subtle hinting and suggestions towards Ellie must have had their desired effect. The offer of a night out in Fort Frolic from Ellie was enough to momentarily lift Harry from the depression that was slowly gripping his mind.
The brief sense of accomplishment and anticipation soon disappeared as Harry set his eyes on the second letter. He slumped again into the back of his chair. Harry muttered under his breath as he reluctantly began to read the plain bold lettering. The letter looked official, a little too official for Harry's liking. As Harry read through the letter, the smile that Ellie's letter had brought to his face soon fell. The words contained were as cold as the room Harry was sitting in. 'I know who you are Harry, and the less you know the better. Stop digging or it will cost you more than your job.'. Despite being presented in the regular company font and envelope, there was no name.
After taking a moment to digest the contents of the letter, Harry placed both letters in the desk drawer. Moving to the bathroom, Harry undressed and stepped into the shower. The lukewarm water that began to run down Harry's back did little to wash away the feeling of anxiety that was creeping into his head. The fact Harry had no idea who the letter had come from only added to his feeling of uneasiness In a futile effort to gain some much needed sleep, Harry slipped into bed. A combination of the cold air and anxiety that was playing on Harry's mind meant it was going to be a long night.