London is a city of eternal and persistent fogs. Fogs, they are faded gray, milky white, colorful. And sometimes - bloody, to the point of complete impossibility. From time to time, ruthless maniacs love to hide in them... Fogs on city streets and in broken alleys, in shady ancient parks and in heads. Brain fog... This is a serious thing, no joke. However, we'll figure it out. It’s not something I’ve had to deal with yet...