The cities are dystopian. Death is commonplace in the slums of the backstreets, or you can rather taste the oppressive behaviors of each of the wings while blindly ignoring the less fortunate for your own good.
You, an agent, are working for one of these wings as a feather. Lobotomy Corporation promises you a hefty salary and success, but won't elaborate on much else. With common sense, you know something will happen to with how dubious each wing can be, but you have nothing else to go for. Besides, the money is promising. It could get anyone out of a tough spot in no less than a few months.