When a man makes something, he does it for a reason. He wants something from his creation. If he brews up some moonshine, he wants it to get him drunk. If he smiths a gun, he wants it to kill a man. But a city isn't like a drink or a gun. It lives and breathes. And you can't ask it to stay the same. It won't do what you want forever.

Men made Noir to bring back gangsters. Men made Noir to bring back private eyes. Men made Noir to bring back car chases, gritty shootouts, and femme fatales. Noir was a black and white fantasy full of mystery, violence, and intrigue.

But the interest of man is always fleeting, and with time, Noir was forgotten. Now, I'm not a religious man, so I can't say if man created god, or god created man, but I know whoever came first wishes they could take it back these days. But you can't take creation back. So Noir lived all on it's own. No more writers. No more directors.

What happens when time marches on in a city full of gangsters? Who stops them when there's no more script to deflect deadly bullets from the good guys on the streets? How do people thrive in a city with nothing around it but just enough countryside to take troublemakers 'for a ride'?

How do you live with no color?