Mods: grimmjob &agrimmmod
Imagine you are going about your daily life, just the usual grind, stopping criminals, blowing up an orphanage, reading a book or buying a new purse, when suddenly the ground seems to swallow you whole. You are disoriented. You do not know who or where you are but you have found yourself in a luxury living suite at the Wethersby Hotel. A note on a recipe card offers you little information:
P.S. Watch for my sign.
All that is given about the person who brought you here is the signature: Grimm. You walk outside and grab a newspaper. It reads July 6, 1920. Yes, you have landed in the time of flappers, mobsters, jazz, and prohibition.