CHICAGO, 1962. A private detective sits drunk in his office, waiting for a case to sink his teeth into. His sleep is restless; he keeps replaying his last case, in which he had to assassinate the mayor of New York.
A cigarette still smoldering, he wakes up and sweeps his desk with his forearm. Everything flies and shatters against the wall. Did he make the right choice? There's a knock at the door, and a sweet, intoxicating scent wafts through the air.
Perhaps a new case? Or maybe some old acquaintances from New York have found him... This is how MEMENTO MORI begins.
Everything else will be improvised to transport the audience into a violent, harsh, and raw world where discrimination is rampant.
An investigation that will leave neither the actors nor the audience unscathed…