Setting Idea
Bent
The tumbled wood plank buildings hang off-center along lazy grids that grace the streets. Streets with palettes of yellow and that hint at green as if threatening to turn gray. The town called Bent is not as it would seem.
It is not anywhere that is seen by either you or me. It is forgotten and yet lingers in our memory. It is in the spaces that are in between you and the road to where you need to go. It is beautiful and sad. It is joyful and littered with the crimes and sins of every depraved act punishable under god or man. In the town called Bent the only prayer that you can rely upon is muted and trapped inside you and people around you.
For me, I stumbled upon this place on a dirt yellow prairie. Alone, tired and running after someone who I thought had just murdered someone - someone that I am not quite sure who...