The lore
One long night in Harbour City
Harbour City is a sunny seaside town of mice: a boardwalk, a beach, a casino that never closes,
a bank, a jewellery store and a quiet park where an old forest druid keeps to himself.
When the sun goes down, the Weasel Syndicate comes out. Every weasel starts as a
nobody with a crowbar — but loot buys power. The gang's street sorcerers learned to vanish into thin air,
their elders call down violet storms, and at the very top sits a pinstriped boss everybody just calls
Capone.
Standing in their way: the Harbour City Police Department. A handful of cats, a revolver
each, a station medic and a budget that grows with every arrest. Rookies become riot cops, agents and
snipers; the K-9 unit sniffs out what the eye can't see.
Tonight the weasels have a quota to hit before dawn. If they make it, the city is theirs. If the clock
runs out first, the cats win — and some weasel will be eating prison cake for a very long time.