It has rained on this street for as long as anyone can remember, and nothing on it belongs to anybody who lives here. Not the homes. Not the water in the gutter. Not the light.
The people are chained to work that will never be enough to live on, in a city where the poorest die thirteen years younger than the richest.
You are GINGERBEARD. You did not come here to fight anyone — nothing on this street gets better by force. What you have is two hands, a spade, and a set of questions the people who built this place would rather you did not ask out loud.
Walk it. Answer them. Everything you get right turns green behind you — and stays green.
Every number in this game is real and sourced. Nothing here is invented except the ending, and that part is up to us.
The whole street went with you.