Hey, how's it going. My name is, well, my name ain't important. I work in the city as a tracker for the Single Corp. What's Single Corp? Single Corp is . . . listen, if the name don't give it away, I don't know what I can do for you. One day, I get a job to track down a dodger named Boston Washington. Only problem is is that there ain't no Boston Washington, just a series of bullshit with creepy little girls, a stadium full of quadruplets, and the aforementioned militarized robotic death werewolf. And then things get worse.