Welcome to Liberty City, 1977.
The city's a goddamn furnace, burning with smoke, sweat, and blood. Concrete streets crack under the weight of greed, corruption, and desperation. From the filth of Boabo to the grime-coated clubs where deals are made, every inch of this place is for sale, and everyone’s got their price. The Empire State looms overhead, but the real power? It’s in the alleys, the backrooms, the places where you’d swear you saw a man disappear without a trace.
The mafia runs things, holding tight to their grip on the drug trade, the streets, the money—but new blood’s hungry, ready to take whatever’s left. Friends turn to enemies fast, and one wrong move can send you six feet under. Cops? They’re just as dirty, bought off or buried in the mess of their own making, pretending to hold the line while everyone else crosses it...
Welcome to Liberty City, have fun.
